Give up everything for the chance fast becoming my final breath, my final breath rest. redemptions is in my heart and I know that we'll be just fine
Run it's obvious that you cannot see she stands with cupids heart in her fist and i have the feeling that i'm losing you again but yeah, it's alright
want this? kick down the doors, a fragile hope is found the air is heavier than I thought this time if it shatters, it's not my fault and I?m losing you again I hope
Throw myself into the swarm just to take revenge on the severed survivors I close my eyes and hope that somehow it is dead the hopeless, the wounded,
return the lie deception: fantasy of the damned this night has gone your senses desolate a frozen rose in my chest a map of your face a hundred souls
of you save yourself your fucking heart expires one dead wish sentiments keep burning ablaze in my heart again this is our last hope decide your debt for this this is our last hope
(Instrumental)
Shattered pieces the thoughts freeze my mind a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror
Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed my trust fades I cannot
Your eyes to take cover and all your lies will see the truth stand tall I?m drowning in you the time has come to take it back but this silence between
over fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son") [Fat Joe] Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul
You're all headstones You're all headstones Giving the Devil his due Giving the Devil his due Giving the Devil his due Giving the Devil his due Headstones, headstones Giving the Devil his due His
t throw a curse without takin' their wrath [Bridge:] Watch out for the seas of hatred and sin or all us people forget what we've been our only hope
Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is
of Angels) [Verse 3 - Vinnie Paz] 1988, pops died, middle of the night Forty-six years old, middle of his life My mother ain't have a job, poppy was on his
' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil
'm MC-ing I hope to see you there steady G-ing Say word But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
