As you?re comfortably stirring your drink and you turn the page of your new exiting book You notice that you become somewhat distracted by some stranger
So you better not think that you?re ever getting out I?m going far away, I?m heading down south and you know what it?s like when you?re left on your
They won?t be missing me Away I go Away so long I won?t look back You come and find me there I feel I tried I tried so hard To stay alive To
And in my anguish, a traumatic rebirth I see the reason, the madness of these lonely eyes Would you but suffer, the same way that he did No love no
In my dreams I walk free All the lovely memories Green the fields, calm the sea Come and walk away with me Sun, air, breathe, clouds, rain, mist,
How will you How will you go on from here Without some...someone to cry or shed a tear And if you...If you have no one left to cry Will you come...
The dead man is coming through, just look in his eyes and all you can see is a listless lie A smile on his face as he walks to his end, heaven seems
As I open my eyes wide And the dark creeps from the walls I have to find where I am blind I can trust nothing at all As I touch the soil?s surface
taught you how to walk Now you?ve cracked your mind this is where I have to stop But then I close my eyes and let it slip away I see another world
Step towards your death Your only claim to fame The bullets hit you sideways And nothing looks the same When you lay down in the sand The final
If I look back on all the time in the playground at home I only vaguely remember you were always alone What I remember then, the sun, the grass, the
What do you say to someone you think you?ve loved back in the past Why can?t we get on just relaxed, just as friends What drove you just so far away
I hunt you, a dream within, its all the same I touched you, my time begins, you?re everything When we were young, that lullaby, you wavered still
perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, ***, breakin' out for lies My Messiahs
the man salute to the prince the power lord My friends I'll mangle you if we tangle put my arms in your asophogus and I'll strangle you I'm the messiah
many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to be perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple, messiah
to coast I got them things Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king Another album, another plaque Another ounce and another mac Another chromed out gat Another
