Take me up to the top of the city Take me up to the top of the city Up to the highest point of the city One more step to the top of the city Put me up
neonecropopulace has no reflection neocaeczaristic phallic ruins just east of the river denial the techs are breathing welcome to this neotokyo gridlocks
Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It's starting
and Braski) [Chorus:] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) won't mind of top cut the check Dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut
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[Chorus] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) wont mind of top cut the check dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut The Check I
Traduzione: The Mars Volta. Taglio che City.
: neonecropopulace has no reflection neocaeczaristic phallic ruins just east of the river denial the techs are breathing welcome to this neotokyo
Cut the shit. You know it's just a part of life, Fuck that shit. It was your choice to sacrifice, Don't do it because you can You are innocent in criminal
and it goes [CHORUS:] Girl you're my favourite cut I just wanna turn you up Girl I think of you so much I wanna sing about you doin my cut Baby don'
after la la la la.. when you look backwards when you look backwards and now your eyes shift from negative spaces to contours that light up this rough cut
time to let it go Holding on to yesterday, it will never be the same But now it's time to make The final cut The final cut The final cut (Burn) So many
to this blade I cut to know who I am The pain is a map And each gash and each gash Let me live another day I feel cold I feel hot And I cut And I got
I dont want to speak because walls have ears with hearts on their sleeves and you could dig so deep but the rescue team will be the ones you speak of
Teacher teacher this is how I reach ya reach ya It's the Clean Cut on the feature Now what ya seen will make you fiend The kid with the clean cut laid
I can't cut it, so I blow smoke in her eyes, our legs hanging over the edge and baby I got cramp. soon I'll cut it, so hard and so clear, you reach far
