Circle Takes The Square Lyrics
Circle Takes The Square Lyrics
"Disclaimer To The Self Lyrics"
Call On Me Lyrics
when somethins going on inside your home I'll pick you up and carry you to my throne cuz for you baby I'll do anything
when somethins going on inside your home I'll pick you up and carry you to my throne cuz for you baby I'll do anything
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. W
Postcard Lyrics
If you happen to live on Mars Then I'm from Outer Space Where we drive around in cars And talk right out of our facee'll keep conducting the color of midnight. When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep.
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self, you soug
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor
Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed.
If you happen to live on Mars Then I'm from Outer Space Where we drive around in cars And talk right out of our face
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self, you soug
Jackin' 4 Joints Lyrics
(Brotha Lynch Hung) roll me a motherfucking joint check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack roll on foos like vice an
t your god in the tempest of self severed strings hammered out in the key of X.(Brotha Lynch Hung) roll me a motherfucking joint check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack roll on foos like vice an
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor
Mo' Thug Intro Lyrics
Male Public Speaker: We believe that it is better to love than to hate.(siren) At the same time, we must warn this nation that
wire.Male Public Speaker: We believe that it is better to love than to hate.(siren) At the same time, we must warn this nation that
Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed.