poison, I've got the remedy The remedy is the experience, this is a dangerous liaison I says the comedy is that it's serious This is a strange enough
tell her before her life is through We gotta tell her Jesus loves her, tell her Jesus cares Tell her He can free her and her burdens bear Tell her Jesus loves
's time to leave and a life full Of unspoked desires and poor memories Is a like a virgin body full of lust Give it pleasure now, you will love it I'
the poison I've got the remedy the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough
follow my curse Tragedy falls on us all...yea...Tragedy... What choice is this? Drags you down... you destroy Paradise... Dark as the wind (A Ruin within a
matter it poisons and causes death The past is like an eternal funeral Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell I resembled a stone, hiding
the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in
't sleep tonight in this hospital light what you call a tragedy is just another day to me for my heart beats with fear as his footsteps draw near the life
with a militant mind Gotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it? Well then get it Rewind, you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shine But I'm
host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests
, Homeward bound unemployed, no love, no joy, Cut down to size, a life destroyed, war, no peace, Death, tragedy, no cure, disease, AIDS, leprosy, A veteran
I'm a fully animated life tree See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song Of I'm a fully animated life tree With branches for the heavens
my equal A gutter philosopher He's not clean, He's from the streets But his words are holy to me He narrates his life as a silhouette He's legendary, A
once call home without a trace, And call this a tragedy? Is this a tragedy or a romance? We need a doctor baby, Not a souvenir. This glass is poison,
called home without a trace, And call this a tragedy? Is this a tragedy or a romance? We need a doctor, baby, Not a souvenir. This glass is poison
I can feel the vibe inside my soul like a spiritual sermon Never difficult to determine, examine My verbal prognosis easily equals that of a blast from a
make sense in a cycle of billing, trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing I admit, our dealing is painful like a star upon a child staring