{KILLED THE SCENE} YOU WIT A BOSS COME BE A QUEEN IF YOU KNOW WAT I MEAN LOOSE YOUR OTHER MAN, DAT NON SENSE THRU YOU WIT A REAL G PLEASE DONT COMPARE
Make 'em mumble, make 'em humble, Get me round from the start, you will crumble, and you tumble, and you stumble And I do it like that From the end to the other
skin cry" When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it
it in three hundred gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still You sense the rap but all the other rappers love the field I got the
to the filth of your soul where we can both wallow in guilt like pigs in puke Famine, failing to discover your fate - rapture, raping all your senses
You're barely getting by with your half-hearted attempts. You pass part of the test, and fail the rest. Because the things you know, you also know so
the Cry of the Bear Awake, I can sense it Still I'm afraid Tower Road lies ahead Commala-come-ka Ka has come to me Gray old fellow If you finally failed
was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been
of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason
by a faceless crowd An operational decline, system closure Abandoned aerials all around Scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses Communication
Take this sense of wonder Make it go away Please, tell me I am not alone and lost here That there is something that's made me feel this way Take this sense
considered Sufficient food for the senses And he had begun to notice as his hearing failed That mind and matter were in no way connected to one other
and cocks it in the hope that it all might change. (oh, but it never will...) A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before, tried, failed
Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country's got There shouldn't be nobody homeless How can the president fix other
destiny of bringing it all home Holds the sense of time to come In my name, the legend lives on My names says victory, so I ride ahead of all My mission will not fail
corrupting me From within, worn away (Sings within) Find, by mind, abusive ways Allures me from restrain (I'd kill while others rape) Create the obscene, you can set me free Sense
thing that she accepts She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps He senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally met They take each other
blood the ground will stain now as the end draws near the final moment that I fear my sense is strong good will prevail with my death the next won't fail