, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many
walrus Yes disneyland has come to town Everyone's dressed and standing around Alice is wearing her sexiest gown But she doesn't want you to look at her Beautiful people are
game No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed Cause by life we're so impressed, we all wish we had a next And that's no matter how much
what we are Together we can build what we are When we dream the spirit free We don't give praise, we take praise So why are we? How things are together
never was, she never will Be beholden to anyone she cannot kill You don't understand how damaged we really are You don't understand how evil we really are
are unclear] [Spoken] How things are Together we'll destroy Then we can destroy what we are Then we'll build what we are When we dream the spirit free
from "I Am The Bloody Earth" e.p. Vile 44T. The Thrash Of Naked Limbs Beauty is fragile, and time eats
Welsh Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money 23 hours a day I study Dreamin about beautiful
their mattresses in their mansions and pay attention fully to the bully with the headphones fascinated actually with makin a fashion statement tryhards dont know how to relax its ridiculous how
It's in your mind, when you try to play as the best of all. But when you see the picture all you do is crawl. It's in your mind, when you try to feed
love its will to reach the sun Well We are the roses This is the concrete And these are my damaged petals Don't ask me why Thank God nigga Ask me how
on it. Phyllis: You mean, you wear clothes when you . . . ? Don: These clothes! These are the clothes . . . Phyllis: These are the clothes that you . . . ? Don: Right here . . . Phyllis: There are
remind ya man excuse me my mouth kiss like an uzi if you choose me 'cause i look past all that beauty 'cause you destin to have beauty and your sherly temples are
again On the wings of a butterfly I fly over the flowers Into the garden of your love Where we melt into the colors It's funny how this beautiful
happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
you, but as my equal it's how I must treat you As my reflection in light I'ma lead you And whatever's right, I'ma feed you Digga-da, digga-da, digga-
to bring the fire down Bridle all this indiscretion Long enough to edify And permanently fill this hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed
We are born, we are born We are born, we are born We are born, we are born We are born, we are born We are born, we are born We are born, we are born