Lyrics:
around
When all the guns are singing bang
Your time is less
Than your own way
cnd you're
cbout to be
Far outta Space
You're away
cnd Faint
When you
I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my
word golden
Pump up the jam till the magnets start smokin
Drastic metaphors make elastic outta whores One is not enough, I need more if I'm bored
lives
We always let them in its just a matter of time
Snakes in a field of grass that's 26" high
Seems all we do is grow further from peace
Casting our
Colour of a man chiseled in stone
Is the marker of a man ridded by woe
It is the colour of a man stuck in his grey
And the mood of his brood that
saying shit just to fucking ruined it, I'm truant
But truthfully, the words had damage and it's fooling me
But even more cruel to be, this is here for
They wanna to catch me at the red light
Pray to god I make it home to see day light
More money less feelings and direct flights
All this pain up in
once for all and bound
outside the box you’ll find a different class, undesirable but existent predefined, factitious equality is not more than
and travel back in time
To find the time when I was blind
And frightened by the will to find myself
And wake to realize that life is hard
And not what we
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
knockin at your door?
We could fight less if we just did more
Reset all the TVs and turn off all the clocks
Put away the weedies and check up on my stocks
""The crt of Procrastination"" by John Perry is a book that takes a humorous and unconventional approach to tackling the issue of procrastination.
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'Cause when you feel that time is passing by and by (oh)
You start thinking 'bout the life you wanted
Why, have you never even tried
I'm not a tolerant person.
In fact I get more intolerant by the day
I just find it more and more difficult to tolerate assholes
As my tolerance
When I was a child the saints and martyrs would sit by my side in sweet company
And they'd talk of the future and how I might live it but no more's
The Reloaders
A new age begins tonight
there’re no people walking by
upon the sea no twilight sky
We must choose to live or die
We have no
becomes short and labored
Squirming becomes less and less
More time in between each pathetic gurgling drag
Lives did not work in his favor her face is
to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye
call upon the hands of violence
So your stone hearts will fall by the lives
You've taken from these hands
You fall by a slayers wrath
Now this is
of a stick
Live in the jungle
But never comin' less than thick
You sorry maggot
You need to learn a lesson from me
The funky brother causin' trouble chief R Y
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
This is it I can't take it no more
My life has no meaning
Do you think that yours does
My silence is what I pray for but not
Until I'm sure
Days go by
Days go by
Clips my wings but still I rise
Take my name
Throw it in dirt
Stones may break bones but words will never hurt
Weeks fly by
like you was Poindexter
Next day's function high class luncheon
Food is served, and you're stone-cold munchin
Music comes on people start to dance
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