[Chorus: South Park Mexican] I need a sweet with sortened hair and when a sweet I need to be there I need a sweet hear what say a killa sweet to get me
From "Taps"- 'TIL REVEILLE I dream the whole night through Each night 'til I hear Re-vel-le I dream, my dear, of you- I have your face be-fore me.-
ciel Je me reveille Laissez passer les idees nouvelles Je me reveille Quelle heure ? quel siecle ? Je me reveille C?est pas trop tot Je me reveille J?suis pris d?assaut Ca me reveille
you better buck- buck- buckle up, prepare for this impact- car crash whiplash, 'bam', snap your neck back in half why can't i just be realistic? give '
you better check your pulse, i think the hearse went by shut the fuck up and listen before you're down to nothing without a pot to piss in your missing
systematically layered beneath the understated- border land calling me home curiosity has taken its toll empathetic- into the darkness i fall alone hear
i see god in my dreams and i can't stop running don't care what i've become but fear what i am becoming set me straight, i'm no angel falling apart- she
is anybody out there? have you been lost in the sky? do you really need a miracle to open your eyes? take a look around, mother fucking fantasy rides
prepare to meet your maker, your unmaker, your remaker- make yourself don't fake, you'll make the same mistakes and if your fed up then ask yourself why
one by one by one- one at a time out of time, can't even afford to breath decimate my own mind- one intent, because it's now and forever- better hold
i'm sorry that i put you in the picture, i didn't think you'd hit your head so hard the frame looks better all crooked on the wall, kinda reminds me of
I've grown tired of this emptiness So deeper and deeper I dig into the dark Searching for tools to patch me up But the more I find the more I'm torn
welcome to my revelation, reanimation my anthem of regret- two steps from my evisceration my destination- where the rain meets the dust and my only separation
The phoenix, no longer a myth So strike a match and watch it burn Our destination's rigor mortis Cause nobody listens and nobody learns And your world
come count your trophies and stack em high, it's funny how reality can pass you by little girl wanna be as pretty as she can and she lives by whatever
you'd better back up off this sucker punch consequence, consequence- fuck it, no more waiting for the world to turn bloody as my smile dripping ear to
tell me what i'm supposed to feel because i can't feel this sick and tired and it's all the same- same shit, different day, all day, every day wish you
A wooden cross, an angels bed Decked with nails and strewn in red And empty garden, our dooming fate Which day by day we tolerate A ruined world, a