out yet. I don't like cricket I love it Dreadlock Holiday I don't like reggae I love it Dreadlock Holiday Don't like Jamaica I love her Dreadlock
I reglue the broken bones of my soul after yet another 100 story fall this skyscraper you've thrown me from has proven to be unusually tall it's not as
I'm not prone to change play out THE GAME like I'm supposed but I watch you stride right to you goal and I wonder WHY I don't know what you know TAKE
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What now Mr. Big Nuts Running your dirty mouth You didn't expect the game to be pulled out from under you And you were hosing it all right Spouting profanity
RUN!! Would you look at that it's my former friend Fancy meeting you here, what brings you to this end? You want to meet me? Oh, I see, I haven't been
(YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL YOU'RE SO FAKE (YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HOT YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB BUT YOU'RE NOT! (NOT! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB
tell me how afraid you are to smile weren't you the one so sweet pushing it away will save the day but I must concede to breathe will you consider this
someone better pay [pay] sick little noises driving me nuts someone take me out 'cause I don't have the guts I don't understand was it something I did
I wish for the ability to stop this change lost in myself I crave for a real shape no hollow cover anymore it falls away and reveals my face waiting inside
(you ain't shit) fucking leech you've been told a million times now fucking leech sick best describes YOUR MIND fucking leech bitching at the ones who
Everybody's looking for a platform To vent their version of right And everybody's looking for some closure To put all the nightmares behind So everybody
Do you think I want this to end? Or do you believe me mind is pure? Well sweet devil I have to tell you You've been blocked your own back door I lose
Fear me I am your shadow, multiplied I let out what you always tried to hide No respect, no holding back You'll be lucky to GET AWAY ALIVE EYES-WIDE-
Picture perfect groomed to a 't' Positively and utterly empty See the vultures on their knees groveling before their queen She looks real nice like a
Such a little niggle The tiniest of touch So easy to brush aside when everything looks up But blossomed into chaos The icy hands of rage reach deep into
(I touch the world as never seen before) As the light goes down and the curtain falls I make my way back to the catacombs and call Go to the motions
