The Wysteria vines were climbin' Every sunset was a watercolor, The promise of a perfect summer A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm. We spent hours on
She's riding on a crimson wave Truth sat on her shoulder Planets before melting face The keys for the wounded Sinking into underground Please the
he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
de chemin nulle part I should kill for him - I will kill for me He shall bring me the anti-matter No compassion, never Never kneel before anyone The wound
Finding her true love lying in red Is this reality or just a vision in her head To be the knife as well as the wound Is all that concerns her Overwhelmed
Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults
shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn wound
bein' behind, So I thought I'd make that Lincoln unwind. Took my foot off the gas and, man alive, I shoved it down into overdrive. Well, I wound it up
deep red drops Blood on my chest On your chest blood Lets join our chestblood! Tearing the flesh with a knife Quickly bleeding wounds Mixing fluids
'm blastin' off in the room, First thing flinch I go boom, With the sweeper I sweep like a broom, Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound
skies, a god to warriors and kings! [Reflections on lifetimes of carnage:] I have been slain by Roman gladius, And by Norman spear dealt a mortal wound
rely returning to Nordland by horse : ambushed were we and so here I am : come enemies : cornered with my back to the sea The ground beneath our feet all red
Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage
Infests your wound like spite. He says "Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down. Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down." And all these red
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire, No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, No cutless wound will mark thy face And you will be my ain true love
Cool Skin I sweat I like blue I like red Do you like me? Rit: Boy Teen On sky I kiss you loud I kiss you soft My kiss is wound Surround you baby Enjoy
moonspell i fell a deadly knife inside my hand a bloody trace is drying in the sand too late it's all fate a victim of the wounded night i fade 'cause