my best and I'm still sucked Send out a sign to bring me in Through a protest I'm alive again I'm alive again I'm alive again -?- -?- -?- -?- So reach
tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin' to move to, groove to The next time you see me again gangsta'd up Chilling wit my beanie again got
it You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a meal ticket Nigga don't stop rappin' let the hoes keep hoin' As long as I'm alive I'ma keep on rollin
league. crossing boundaries, out of my league. over, I can bring it back to life, animosity is far too draining. no time for regret, just bring it back. I am relentless flaw
-being? Everyday I wake up still alive on this miserable fucking planet and ask myself the same set of questions over and over again...what is it that
was small She'll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup, the music falls The only flaw in her
this thing here as his son "please explain to me god's wisdom How could he decide To take from me my precious wife While leaving this alive There is
, sunny day But even on a crowded street Somebody you might meet Might trigger a repeat of Phobia Strikes again, fear of fire, being buried alive Dizzy
life turns to stone now is the season of hellish desent the lying truth of consequence flawed to perfection without the exception contaminated degenerated abnormal life grotesquely alive
of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin? to move to, groove to The next time you see me again gangsta?d up Chilling wit my beanie again got many
skies A child is born And love is made alive Like a flaw that seeks perfection With a will that will survive A child is born And love is made alive
The temptation of desire The worst of many flaws And I was beckoned by an angel Or what I presumed to be Her touch concluded me My stomach turns
me And join the chorus so we can start again, oh Our voices raised are flawed but freeing Our souls so we can change and start again Again, again, again, again, again, again
[ADAM:] God of Anger, God of Hate Burn alive her Fate Blast aside the Abyss let the Dead be raised I can hear their Crying in the Wind I call to Honor
Does history guide you, or do you set out to change it? Breach not broken Fuck your... Skinned- alive designer wear Fashion shades and salon hair Heels
was small She'll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup The music falls The only flaw in her detailed
hear me and join the chorus so we can start again Our voices raised are flawed but freeing our souls so we can change and start again, again, again, again, again Again, again
day But even on a crowded street Somebody you might meet Might trigger a repeat of phobia Strikes again, fear of fire and being buried alive Dizzy heights
