. Will I ever be the same? Free me from this crying shame, Hey, you won't find me. I'll, I'll hide 'till the end of all days. I still don't know what
Will I ever be the same? Free me from this crying shame, Hey, you won't find me. I'll, I'll hide 'till the end of all days. I still don't know what happened
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I ever be the same? Free me from this crying shame, Hey, you won't find me. I'll, I'll hide 'till the end of all days. I still don't know what happened
You keep on complaining with an aggressive verbal rage reform your mentality react with more than words you know what they have done deeds beyond all
goes, just like the eulogy I put my rage in a page and it speaks to me Something changed and the game doesn't matter now It doesn't matter now All the days
Anticipation running high The Norns are counting numbered days Hear the war-cry rise See the Valkyries ride! They meet upon this hallowed field Now the end
tomorrow is fading feel the weight of the shroud sent down from above Ask not forgiveness as the future is changing we'll all pay the price when our days
life all fucked up (all fucked up) But I just can't seem to get it right because I'm all fucked up 'Cause I've been living, living my life, living my life all
all you think of me (and you're right) I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin streak and lowlife, loser and dead-end cruiser are all you think
will never end Hatred - Sometimes that's all that's real Terror - Sometimes that's all I feel Hatred - Sometimes that's all that's real Terror - Sometimes that's all
my soul they just continue to bleed I feel this rage this hatred it's killing me The days go on with no end This violence inside me grows I feel the end
the fuck on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these niggas behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the
in here _To the Rear_ makin shit sound clear Plus collect the dough at the end of the show Everybody know Brand Nubian kick that shit on stage Cause it fits in a rage
t know nothin Did that name-game shit right from the go get Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now
may bring The end is near the prophet screamed So you no longer chase that dream All our days the end's been told A bomb won't let our rage grow old
