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Burning Heads Gray

Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray,

ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video

battle Em's, Liv's, Chud's camps was also on the Germans side By force they were baptized from hands of crusaders Enemy coast like a burning ant hill

diary entry's end Where I wrote You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray Well the clock

see through the tears in your eyes and rebuild your shrine one piece at a time E & K made it all fade away Colors don't burn no more it's all gray Cant

grief of a fallen legion, A winterscape painted red with blood. Watch as it spills from my lips to this page. The lines of truth blurred into shades of gray

wit' thoughts Young'ns out like I-95's, they only cost Caught up in the fame comes along with the street game Don't forget about them head hunters, head

to try to get away when voices scream inside your head just turn your amp up all the way all the lights are black lights except when they turn gray I

my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn