Today we will stop faking and celebrate with full hearts Take these words, discover me Oh will you stay with me? And will you play with me? Oh will you
you high and fills your cup /carries And right then I learnt to hope / the point of hope / I knew the way ahead/ to go /
low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is fellin you Crash courses, slow down you can't learn
lines between where you are and where you should be I know sometimes when you fly you think you're larger than life But then you come crashing down and
thread of of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy Grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting for my turn to crash and
Crashing down from divine disgrace Hanging on with a bitter restraint They never seemed to care that your hope was lost once more They never seemed to
is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and
is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and
We can build an ocean Of hope despair to drown Sail upon the waves a crashing Devils to the ground I'll follow you to fires of hell And cast my soul
head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palmtrees and shrapnel Trading
of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass And the fate of the maiden who topes, She lowered her standards by raising her glass, Her courage, her eyes and his hopes
God Until I'm Gone [Chorus:] So I'm Driftin Away Like A Feather In Air Lettin My Words Take Me Away From The Hurt And Despair So I'm Keepin It Vertical
flesh, A twisted queen; "Sleep with me and work the loins The mind will stray, yield of life" [X. The Age Of Confusion: Reason] And as the orgies all fade And
thread of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting for my turn to crash and burn
war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading
We can build an ocean of hope despair to drown Sail upon the waves a crashing Devils to the ground I?ll follow you to fires of hell And cast my soul
her standards by raising her glass, Her courage, her eyes, and his hopes. She sipped it, she drank it, She drained it, she did, And he quietly refilled it again, And
