, I will die trying If it takes forever, I will die trying If it takes forever, I will die trying If it takes forever, I will die trying I will die trying, trying
die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying
must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Could equal or surpass the art of dying
hoping that i find the key to unlock this door. And you know that I'm trying, To make my way through the art of dying, And I'm trying so hard to find
falling, but the liquor just keep calling me, hauling me to the front of the line, making me thinking about dying. I'm trying to keep, keep my composure
rather travel light I'm of this kind that kills all day But I don't know yet how to die Art of dying is the way to let all go Within I practice, in the
sort it out There's people dying for what they believe And I can't even choose, should I stay or leave? And we're supposed to be in love And the great lost art
, when I?m killin? em, fillin? em with these syllable, synonyms of adrenaline spillin? off my spiritual tongue, then numbing ?em like penicillin, plus I?m trying
everyday things trying to find a girl to take to my apartment She's beautiful and clearly cares for me She likes my work, and wants to understand what fuels my art
you ain't that tough I'm pulling your mask off As soon as you act up You know what i came for A peace of the game or Art till the readers Buy ass long
and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
last time In between black and white I disappear Circled around the stone until I landed here I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying
crossed its legs a long time ago baby When it got sick of trying And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block Like the whole world is dying
innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
non believer plagued by diseased why? Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain, hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it
art of breathing sadness all around And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, I thought I could stop myself from lying, For trying is that ancient art
light, windows tinted, 35 percent Breakin ya neck, to see who's in it What is my intent? trying to live, without the nonsense You dying to give {tiye
ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up To learn from our mistakes Trying to