chased me off of the ground. I drew you into the clouds, triumph of life. Many millions of a kind, to the ground confined the few heads that rise up
'em the entire time, why am I up? Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up So it's time for me to slit your fucking lighter, light the sky up
different, somethin new today I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before Now I'm restored I wanna see more Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore It looks life
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up Keep it trilla
the entire time, why am I up? cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up so it's time for me to slit your f-cking lighter, light the sky up
the better. The plights of those in misery A dead necked vision, product of subsidence. Fucked up, and held in screaming silence Another police force investigation Blatant lies, false fucked
happened excpet to the jews it left behind/ignorance has triumphed so its off to war again/color and culture we're all still fucking men/fashionable fascist fucks
The holocaust never happened excpet to the jews it left behind ignorance has triumphed so its off to war again color and culture we're all still fucking men fashionable fascist fucks
me still Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! I got on a horse and
damned accursed presence that rip, tear To pieces the mind and kill every breath of life That doesn't belong to you You won't triumph because that day
in the idioms of grief We are capable of the kind of love about which Only the petrified can speak Concede him the microphone let him sing The triumph
time of a life make the bitches wanna keep ya, This is my reality want it well let me teach ya Follow my footsteps through tragedy and triumph Through
my eyes was your own reflection My life will never be a bandage for your broken dreams I'm not the lifeboat to your sinking ship Life my life for me I
in the idioms of grief We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs
you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck
bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream or terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck
nothing touches me still Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! I got on