place it, yeah, yeah, yeah I've had this hurting before I've had this hurting before All that I try, don't get it by I'm only empty, the more, my, more
And you cant place it I ve had this hurting before I ve had this hurting before All that I try Don t get me by I m only empty the more
[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed
pain of the tribe This reality was actually the worst dream The death of nature, I heard the earth scream Dead buffalos - empty rivers and streams Dead
end of the dream, he saw the scene from a bird's eye Only to witness his dead body laying on the cement It was only to witness his dead body laying
eye could you truly believe That by giving you can save your soul Could you be so naive You heal the sick, you raise the dead You blind the congregation
? it was just a bitter gift Pull yourself together and with your last strength make a final prayer thank for the precious present... death The emptiness consumed your weary soul
In walking sleep and faded sight In countless desperate steps Trudging crossed a dead end world Clawing to the depths Competing on the treadmill But grieving
Can you fill this emptiness inside Can you share the secrets that you hide Trying to find A friend to end my pain The faces change But the feeling stays
as on lsd Space man God holy ships under water higher higher Lust sins [leather lip] more more higher higher Brain dead lost souls [crack junk] empty
give you the signal take 'em out quick Joaquin: There's a knock on the door, it must be sonny Watch him and his clique empty your clip if they trip Yo
it happens it happens, I believe in free will Just know that ain't how we built I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill When the clips empty
(Monoxide Child) First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm looking dead in her face But she don't see me I'm unnoticed
, primed for the kill Seeking nothing but selfish gain, filling your pockets, again and again. Selling your soul, taking you fill. Grasping at straws, feeding your own will. Killing your conscience, empty
gone Soul sweeper Soul sweeper God is dead, your God is dead God is dead, I am the devil Soul reaper Soul sweeper God is dead, your God is dead God
GROUP, BARBARIANS ARE COMING FROM THE EAST. THEY'LL COME OUT OF NOWHERE, THEY'LL ENTER YOUR STATE, THE NATION OF LOSERS, THE TRIBE FULL OF HATE.
Time to empty head Try and dream instead Let memory trip and finally slip Like acid in milk Garbage in silk Dripping and oozing your sex over my
