? I quit. I quit. i fucking quit." You don't want to know why i can't quite talk. You don't want to know what makes my heart stop. You wrote my requiem
naturally... You can't control your age But you can control how you feel Breathing dead air into broke lungs that Once filled your heart With the
I am bleeding through Writing songs for you If I could say what I felt Then I would draw for you I'm just a boy letting go of his heart Because the
Never thought the world was going to end.. Always knew I'd come across your face again. Still healing broken hearts and holding broken bones.. Singing
't going to last too long (i know - i know - i know) I'm drawing words from a tired heart I'm drawing blood from a tired heart
monotonous crush I even dropped out of school To catch up on sleep Take the train for hours And then try to forget Where you left your heart Read
to get through the night See there's this voice Dragging me down Die young, or live forever? I'm just trying to refind my heart It was always there
I just want the world to know - You've got me at an all time low. But I wrote the song that broke your fucking heart. I'm caught up in 'no sleep' and
dark of humanity And when the days are done I won't forget Timid steps - come walk with me And with your useless words Come talk to me There are broken hearts
Mer De Noms 1: The Hollow Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming
resign? What have we done but learned to kill faster? Where have we gone but straight for disaster? Dreamtime is fading - wakeup and decide, this nightmare
to be here? Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair Yeah nigga what? The new rap Le Bron's here Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare
This star fell down On Sunset Boulevard Young and strong beautiful one We embraced so close Is gone Was torn away Let the youth of America mourn Include
drift into sleep But something is here in the dark, in the dream Like a cruel wind clutching my heart, I feel more than I see Like a clue to a nightmare
shots, and hit up gay cops <beretta 9> I attack shit move with your shots call the medic Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic Nightmares
no different then your average Businessman society wants to eliminate me But uh in a few years you be wishin' you had another Don like me Sincerely yours, America's nightmare
antique people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and afraid of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their hearts
(feat. Cucumber Slice) Yo, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare Loud enough to burst his right eardrum