[Chorus x2: CUTS] Dan-e-o, making it hot like Los Angeles Give me a mic son, burning tracks long before downloading was possible! Welcome to what's
ripped silk screaming of the rended sky Flame on through sound and make time fly What a good way to go What a good way to go In the aerospaceage inferno
This hallway's dark and empty Just miles and miles of endless road I've got a sickness pounding in my head I'm at the mercy of the ghosts But what it
blackness in your heart, won't last forever I know it's tearing you apart, but it's a storm you can wither Ouuu...Ouuu...Ouuu...Hmm O'Sister My sister O
You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You wisper to my tired ear unintelligible message Sloooooow!!! Stone it, fuck it! Don't creep
I want my money back say it like you mean it I want my money back I'm gonna rock your world (chorus - hey - hu - hey) It's all or nothing And nothing
Here I stand now, don't you recognize me, me? Give this Devil his due I'm still the man and that may surprise you And I am far from through I got a plan
right now, it's time to put your name on the line. you've wanted you've waited for it all this time. they've set your price, will you sell. or can
Deformed living hemorrhage knotted into flesh Betrayal lives within hosts Anchored in bones, surviving on secrets told All screams are my whispers In
You said you can't get to heaven unless you get high But there's no word of hell on the way back down You said it's now or never, You only live once
He got in his car and told himself to drive gotta leave it all behind if he wants to feel alive vacant mind from endless grind so what's to lose anyways
You tell me that there's love here But to me it's blatant Nothin' but all the blood here I'm dealin' with Satan Plus with all the hatin' It's hard to
Perfection to me When weekdays are gray The week is an open door I wait it away And then I'm in town There's nothing that I can do I can't run away There
Spun out in another bathroom stall I tried to read all the writing on the wall It would help if I could just see straight I better make last call before
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Deformed living hemorrhage knotted into flesh Betrayal lives within hosts Anchored in bones Surviving on secrets told All screams are but whispers In
