was a man at the top with the devil that was kissing his face. With the world at his feet he will be spitting on the graves of peace. With blood on his
walk away And love is like a stranger Who is running out of things to say Move me over slowly - softly close the door You say that you need nothing But this empty
along the hill as running drops upon a dream, the moonlight is shinning in the sky of winds. The dark night falls into the sea and rising sun lies on
I can obtain and Every time I see your smile I find the hope to get back up and Even though I'll fall sometimes You give me strength to keep on running
my trust on the line i layed my heart out in the open i gave it all for you and i wound up broken now your lies acts self abuse mistakes regrets and empty
misinformed Releasing a black enormous insect out from the chest archaic form disease Esoteric surgery a dissection of the soul Unsuspected precise power on the wounded
J.C. True Hova, tossin wounded soldiers over my shoulder, Running out the devil's camp as it blow up, God shows out when he shows up hand on my weapon
guess How good it feels to be on your own It's hard to stand when you build your life on someone else It's hard to breathe when you are running from yourself
right now. Hey girl, I?m running on empty thoughts I?ve only got what?s inside but I can?t read my mind. I?ve got some inspiration The world is on
these empty streets alone Looking for something they call "home" Hoping to find some peace of mind Sometimes we need to walk alone She is set on running
get wound on point, the finger's blaming us Simply, oh, oh, it's the year of the emcee We're here to fill the void, the game been running on empty Had
bastards Disgusting mix of blood and drool Smearing on my face Filling up my mouth, makes me sick Empty staring blood shot eyes Running, fleeing,
running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running low on dream
misinformed Releasing a black enormous insect out from the chest Archaic from disease Esoteric surgery, dissection of the soul Unsuspected precise power On the wounded
from the bar tab that she's running The circus comes to town Temptation! Oooh, such a temptation! Such a temptation! The cage door is open and you're living on
C. True Hova, tossin wounded soldiers over my shoulder, Running out the devil's camp as it blow up, God shows out when he shows up hand on my weapon
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the
