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In the shadow of the guns, we stand
Tired of blood staining the land
Voices rise, hearts ablaze
Time to break free from this maze
Watching the world

lingering
Yeah I push them aside because I won't stop for anyone or anything
I pretend not to remember a thing
Because lucifer is staining at me with his

the evidence
Leave no trace behind
Buried the truth
Along with you bitch
Serial dismemberment
Staining on the pavement
Start up the furnace
And torch your sins

I wasn't there for you
When you needed me the most
I can see it in your tears
Staining on your cheeks
When I look in your eyes
My whole world opens

wanted to, So I learned to swallow my pride on my own

Just go home, you're staining my carpet with your regret
And you know, that god said you shouldn't

Hunting ground, running down 34th street
Crawling through ruining all of your sleep
Staining your carpet on constant repeat
Grinning through blood

creative been staining sharpener razors
And I know my lyrics cut deep, just come pree why all my veins hurt
Head-space loud I can't cope, can't work out if

a whore

Tell me how's the weather in your bed this time of year
I hear your sheets are staining and your pillow's full of tears
Well maybe they would love

Japan, I'ma smoke me an ounce
I ain't snitchin', I won't vouch
We hide, dirty money, blood staining the couch
I got me a Uzi, it's verted
I shoot him for

with sorrow,
Marauders carving paths, staining lands tomorrow.
Tapestry unraveling, threads stained with the ink,
Echoes of anguish and wails, as shadows

making fists, staining wrists, I tend to candle,
Racing quick in an '86, hate to say you're late to this,
Wasting all your time, when you're chasing down

to fight your way out of a knife fight
Main concern is hoping the blood ain't staining your white Nikes
My key to life was always getting stoned,
Like

is staining all my T's
Cuz you and I aren't meant to be

Left me rotting in a ditch
I swear to god you're such a bitch
But karmas known to be one

now
Staining her cheeks jet black
Dripping down past her smile
She turns around
Staring at the ground
Lighting a trail of kerosene
Maybe you don't

(Yeah)
His whole life in a pen
Just back out
Staining him up like some ink(

Tryna Drown in mah cup
Colour mah shit
I sippin Dat purple kid (dats Purp

planned for the little niggas grew up in the back
Playing in the grass staining up the denim
But even then it was something different within him
Nurturing

killing time with these swingers
With no ground to play with you
I hate it too, you know it, baby
I'm spilling it, staining up hella bad
And it's leaving me

the fam
Staining on bizz standing on ten
Stacking up P's repping my gang
I'm really on it call my bizz parkour I'm standing it
Feeling sick hachu n*ggas

The moment she told me te amo
Letting the time go
Where did the time go
Our memories staining the back of my mind
I'm melting right here on the floor
But, we

beneath the breeze
Whispering with shadows
Dancing with disease

Blackberry bruises blooming, staining every Dream
Let the world deconstruct, reality's

Sleeping with the thought
Staining the bed for weeks
Something struggling in the incisors
Of both rows of teeth
All begged before just
Hang up

terrified
Who's gonna hold your hand when
When you fade into light
Weighed down in self doubt
Your screams slow
The ink has run out
The staining of a blank

haze of anxiousness 
And existence dread

Wounds unseen, festering beneath the surface
Bleed into the tapestry, staining it with the hues of melancholy

and petals and sand,
Staining my hands.
Think it's time, that I threw them away.

And there is no life dear.
No there is no life after death.
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