here i am a poster board pinup for you to hate, someone who once cared now nothing is holding me back. i am no more an image of what you thought i should
s a beating heart I made for you Ten razors buried bones And a kiss that tastes like violence Blue sand shadows look from above, yeah We're not alone The dead
of love A Dance with the dead It does exist We still remain Create this beautiful... memory of love A Dance with the dead It does exist We still remain
rolled on, So bloody when the car comes to a stop, The police with the big glocks, will em out They say freeze but there's only one comin out, There's 2 dead
s a sting in it I'll have met my Waterloo My Mummy and Daddy said You're liable to wind up dead Oo, they've been shooting me a line Maybe it doesn't exist
it ever come to this Robbed of my youth, my life, my future The devil reaching out to me Dead and Gone The devil?s hands are reaching out to me Dead
victim of things I did to maintain I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain Cause all the rest dead Is there a spot
that shatter glass, take courage Cease ya fears, before you have the remedy, affliction, comes here As it draws near, don't stare The truth, exist in
3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle Scope, ?? run you're still dead
in your head You're gonna end up dead It's plain and I can see expect respect from me NO CLASS, NO WAY! FREE SEX! (?) YOU DON'T CARE with you it doesn't exist
Another dead is done, I hope you get the things that you most wanted, a price that we all pay don't try and act like you are no the reason, i'm almost
that I'm a rapper Yes she's intelligent, and before me she was celibate Her name?, that's irrelevant Don't worry, you'll just get yourself in a fury I'll wind up dead
spite drips from my tongue I will curse your very existence and as the water fills my lungs I shall reflect on all a civilisation founded on dead consciences
wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime, havin? more than pocket change is strange to me, still I make it through everyday amazingly my life is a dead
gentlemen today's subject is death The way I look at it it's three basic elements right? Die, dying, dead right? Die, dying, dead. Death becomes you says
Everything dies so fast So this is it You're a dead motherfucker Wading through a world of shit With dust on your lips Tell me do you exist? You were
To weak to exist In the gossip press But we like your cynical games He's too old a slender blond Hey, Ed my main man You have amazing blow out brain