me You can take my socks but you damn well better leave my gloves Cause I need my hands to be warm like everybody else?s Once my hands are warm I
I HAVE TO FIND HIM I WILL FIGHT WITHOUT FEAR For my love I'm running in the dark With my sacred sword I'll fight against the king As an icy blade inside
after we rock The world is in my hand, but I'm in Pandora's Box Think the bigger picture is how I write my scripture (An immediate response) Or maybe
on a branch on a high stream A songbird sings out so suddenly And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride On a willow tree by the riverside An the world
his heart and his scurrilous claim He took the land for his own Now John was a blacksmith, an honest old man He raised up his children and worked with his hands
cheers And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions Give birth to these rhymes like an oral
An October's day, towards evening, Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough, Salt on a deep chest seasoning. Last of the line at an honest
dust An October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest seasoning Last of the line at an honest
to the water and the water was boiling the load was heavy and rocks filled my course my horse drank the water and the water killed my horse i tried to
But I'll take up the slack, support you, baby Now the knight in shiny armor can only be me I cry out your name as you hold his hand If you're not mine
free and my fuck's cost ????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day Sometimes I put my hands on my head
Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephastophales Mental enteral that went through an
But I'll take up the slack, support you, baby Now, the knight in shiny armor can only be me I cry out your name as you hold his hand If you're not mine
of here Where're you going? To the other side of the morning Please don't chase the clouds Pagodas, temples Her cunt gripped him Like a warm friendly hand
to the water and the water was boiling The load was heavy and rocks filled my course My horse drank the water and the water killed my horse I tried
after we rock The world is in my hand, but I'm in pandora's box Think the bigger picture is how I write my scripture (an immediate response) or maybe
