many ways I denied my shame... [CHORUS] From the beginning of it all - I was too blind to see your lies From the beginning of it all - I should`ve seen
at last consume us...? BOTH Past the point of no return, the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn... We've passed the point
Fly with the Warbird! DIE! Die by the Warbird! FIRE! Give it all you got We're gonna make the fuckers burn! Raining death from high above We've past the point
are taking you Your red-hot soul, burning itself out Misguided, full of hatred, beginning to grow Deep down your hatred's burning Hear not these dead words: It
could not accomplish Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin CoFlow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it
Carlo lives in everyone Who with or without reason is Finally starting kicking back. That will not back down, can't take it As mother earth begins to
fools It's all good cause it's easy like a Sunday Sunshine at sunrise, rollin' down a oneway all day And you know it's how we liven it up And everybody
victim To myself? When everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point
too Nobody and ain't nobody comin with it so keep second guessin 110 let the games begin Another rhyme leave 'em all behind Live on stage or any other
but what's the point if there's no one to share it with It takes God, patient, trust, hard work, sacrifice, respect her all the key No need to dip and
your mind was unprotected You think me approachin you with a knife looks bad It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all plaid Keep the muskets
a dash of suppressed anger, And mix it all with just the right amount fu-fu-funk. Smell good? You bet" You can all burn in hell Burn baby, burn in hell
make it impossible to have a good time when you out See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party All shermed out, so what's this really
my teacher It's hard to tell where all this comes from It's like my soul holds a song that eternity left undone But it'll never be finished That's the point
you don't really want no more They all fall, and they all spoiled [Starang Wondah] Boo-yah! And when you hear that, then ya It's the beast from the
me from my solitude . . . (He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her. Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.) Say you want me with
bout my so called enemies, til I explode Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger It's the