Lyrics:
eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by
stopped, and dropped, and rolled down into an abyss of hesitancy
You, you took away my breath, you made my eyes bathe you shed diabrotic pain
All by myself
I
by, gored by, gored by, horns of judgement
Gored by, gored by, gored by, horns of judgment
Fiends stab their hearts, tearing them apart, bathing in
Turn on this unentity
Whatever they say, whatever they do just go
We are faithless by default
We are faithless by default
A pain far too familiar
would always know
She was in pain
But at least she would not, not be loved by none
She decided to go back to school
Where love for her was just
of life
While your persecutors roar of pain
For these same flames will be for them
Spring of torpor and death agony
By the father's, by the son's,
By
to you,
I didn't get in this position just by happenstance,
I worked my bones beyond the limit just to have half a chance,
It matters how you play
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my heart on the track
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your
pain
I won't , no not today!
I wont, cause I came too far
Devil's always watching me(watching me)
Evil's always stocking me(stocking me)
God has
pain
I won't, no not today!
I won't, 'cause I came too far
Devil's always watching me (watching me)
Evil's always stocking me(stocking me)
God has
you feel the pain
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Say it's over
Yes it's over
But I need you anyway
Say you love me, but it's not enough
Never meant
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
now and darker by the hour
It only goes to show
That here it comes, here comes the weekend
And I'm on my own again
With a Saturday in the rain
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up
eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Hotter than cmaterasu
Move in shadows. Shikamaru
Villains keep saying “this world shall know pain”
You can't match my pain , I'm from the village where
Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby
Backwoods fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra
And you don''t say,
That you miss me
And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
I'm feeling crazy
It is 5 a.m.
And I'm waiting by the phone again
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
She was so enticed by his smile
She was so unaffected by his dream
For his dream of her was just not possible
She was so not that girl
It was
the hands of inverted saints
Follow my heart through the threaded pain
Callow man is a sentinel screaming
I see the future, the future is bleeding
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
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