' when the corners are jaded I too began to fall apart So if I seem unable to cope It's for a miss of you If what we were was only for once You were
a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech
make sure we communicate at length but until then... better off dead, a smile on the lips and a hole in the head, better off dead, yeah better than this, better off dead
nothing to miss Better off dead, better off dead Why don't you try pushing daisies instead Better off dead, better off dead A smile on the lips and a
we communicate at length but until then . . . better off dead, a smile on the lips and a hole in the head, better off dead, yeah better than this, better off dead
ll make sure we communicate at length but until then . . . better off dead, a smile on the lips and a hole in the head, better off dead, yeah better than this, better off dead
you more take my last breath, it's a touch to the core love me to death and i love you more 'cause love is the reason we die for moonspell a broken shell
a plane crash He's not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is She'll do wondrous works with your fate Feed you
around a demoned A snake for a tounge And it bit me Food for the dead I've become [Shaggy 2 Dope:] What dig a liging nothing in my drowers
sit and reminisce Yuh miss di twist, di bliss, di size a mi fifth Love it when mi call yuh name and yuh hail a miss It a our life negativity don't exist
at me No wills cheap thrills you're puppets to the master Your only satisfaction is my lonely disaster You learned how to creep and you learned how to crawl But you
'll never forget I don't really miss her though Now she's gone and never coming back [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] She was a brown complexion with a touch
and the moon Dead flesh, crazy hormones Me with a hard dick Her with her neck broke We did the tango, she breathed She wiped blood on a killa's sleeve
cal mag its a handheld. I'm tellin you niggaz I pop put a shell in you niggaz, My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz. I got whores in the cannon
a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a
in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon
I miss the sun and I'm getting pretty sick of the moon 9 to 5 will make you lose your head, 7 to 7 and you're probably better off dead Sick of kneeling
