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never seen her but it sounds nice
Picture you and me by the fire dancin' beach-side
Shake it up
Shake it up all night
Shake it
Shake Shake
Shakity Shake

hoping to find a ray of light

And I'm falling, falling, like the tears that wash away my pain
I'm calling, calling, out your name, I hope it's not in vain

With a baby, money, man we making a band
But it is so funny what happens to plans
They never go right like a liberal man
Remember the night
September

fours in the night, stories for demons that sleep in the light
Searing hot pain til it's white, never could tell from the black in your eyes
The art is

might wake up in the bed with four its that kinda night
Soon as I made some money I wanted more I live that lime life
I can get it brung right to your

Temple Of The Insects [Remix]

Deathstars

The Perfect Cult

2014

sheets
Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet

Torn from the rays of dawn
The spectrum's black for the shattered spawn
Crushed

Temple Of The Insects

Deathstars

The Perfect Cult

2014

sheets
Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet

Torn from the rays of dawn
The spectrum's black for the shattered spawn
Crushed

Fortress of Solitude

God Street Wine

Bag

1992

What a crazy night
Wine and smoke filled my head with dreams
You so near
I saw your hands and finger everywhere

Now darling if you're feeling

to ash.  Tell me, can you see me  by the moonlight I am yours.

In peace for a moment, he is caressing the sky and the flute made in honour of his beloved

upping eight bands
That's damn near his ass is
Blade dancing in some Ray-Bans
Mirror tint, one night
Two bitches in the same trance
Stan got two sticks
He

packing light
By the end of the night 
Gotta catch the next flight 
Like it's on to the next one
Spot one aka call me Mr. Jetson
Your now rocking with

ray come get me
What it is yo
Stackin one jackin' like black bums
But got mad money throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and
Niggas who ride high

Eyes on the terminal, eyes on the door 
We are ghosts and shadows, decks on the floor
The patch is good, signals five by five 
We are jackin' in, I

more bars left to say
So in good faith: fuck the army
And the law and the banks
Expect bacon if my arm caught
Crossed with the jakes i bring it home
Your

be as manufactured as it seems
By the machine

Golden gates, and blinding rays
Project the image of a pseudo king
Is it he behind the crushing sound

fucked wit da fham eatin' one meal a day
Sometimes it feels like every other day
Workin' dem night I be out wit da K
I be dyin' inside but I keep smilin'

receive a bless you
You chose not to be the Dora to my rescue
Now all that I can ever do is reminisce at night
For it’s the only time where my fantasy turn

never heard of me
But don't get it twisted
Cause I still murder rappers verbally
If you don't know by now homie I'm next up
The goal on the field is

continuum
Shatter the darkness with rays of golden light sound waves I'm bending em
Behold the telekinetic type
As napalm sparks to haunt the night I hunt

the morning sun 
 The ray of light shows the way to believing 
 Don’t be scared until it’s gone 
 If the rain comes back it washes away 
 All your pain

rest waiting for the eastern lights
Thinking of a distant girl who led me through the nights

Blue rivers flowing in the rising sun
Oh it's time to take

off
Our own way to mars
Yeah We takin off

We takin off

We takin off

I don't really dream at night
I Hide behind mars
Is that okay
It's for the cause

cringe, but he kept his head above
He kept his head above

Then Jonny McGrog, he caught the same log before it went floating on by
And lo and behold, he

Lantern dies, time is trickling by
leaves on the trees are trembling
Caught in a lie when the memory cries
Out for an opening

Crack in the night