I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
know? Could I really do? Just follow everyday signs Follow me when time collides See me for who I am don't walk away Eyes filled with tears of guilt
Broken (Tony Kakko) I was raised from a broken seed, I grew up to be an unwanted weed. Ever faster the time exceeds me, Little harder again to remember
you go And the guilt you feel is the weary soul, yeah Of the outlaw Hearts weren't made to be ruled And rules weren't made to be broken It's cold and
Who here among us has not been broken Who here among us is without guilt or pain So oft' abandoned by our transgressions If such a thing as grace exists
Who here among us has not been broken? Who here among us is without guilt or pain? So oft' abandoned by our transgressions If such a thing as grace exists
my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you late, I need a
for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken
being faithful; I love you so much I hate you Because you left when I needed you the most So now a bitch is how I rate you My female friends making you wonder Guilt
his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke
rope You just can't fix everything that's broke Got to turn it loose babe, hey just let it ride 'Cause it ain't about pride now, well it ain't about guilt
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
right here And youa??re right there And God knows wea??ve got to start somewhere a??Cause Ia??m messed up And youa??re broken And those shots we fired
do something, come up, make a little bit of money, somebody all on your nuts. I'm keeping it real, and bytch, if you feel I'm talking bout you, then it must be the guilt
through the storm While he spent his money on painted up women And whiskey to keep his blood warm Then he'd gamble on crab races till he was broke While
the color red I'm relentless and I'm down on the world again Give me tomorrow's broken dreams now I'm feeling like a loaded gun There's a world of guilt
get it all out; it's so clear But, hey what's on for dinner? Are we alive here? Would you please pass the guilt... Just like a tune on ears of stone
People with nothing getting thrown away Too much blood spilled by diseased minds Filled with fear, yeah they're all filled with fear So many broken
