How can union ideas be in question when the world slowly withers? Re-create the system! Inquiry leads to false prevarications Re-create the system!
Say that I'm not built that way, And I'm not going to stay. This place I've been so long. And say that I'm not going down, And last night doesn't count
Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or the dignity
Yeah uh huh That true shit That shit that makes me feel shit To all my niggas and my bitches Yo, check it, uh huh It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
March 11th 1981, my mama gave birth to hell raisin heavenly son. and my daddy was a fool addicted to ground so he was never around mama help me down.
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God itself, for him has always been A stupid, grotesque person worthless to believe in With the help of his sick morbidous studies He denied god's existence
Hope Sees the invisible Achieves the impossible If you look up There are no limits?
MRS. MAYOR He was Mommy's little boy. MR. MAYOR He was Daddy's little man. BOTH He was never any trouble till this... "Thinking Thing" began! MR
Let's gather round the supper table, And tell the boy he's just as able To die with his boots untied Evening's come, let's settle down And sing one more
Hawaaooooaaaaooooo hawaaooooaaaaooooo Hawaaooooaaaaooooo hawaaooooaaaaooooo Well I'm trapped on a roller coaster And they won't let me go so it's totally
Mama raised me, raise me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama
Listen and I'll tell you the story of our end Equate the calculation, salvation's fucking dead Learn the lesson quickly The enemies of reality bring the
Insatiable lust for murder Greedy for desire No sorrow stops my inclination Inner burning fire The war within my pulsing brain Keeps me separated From
They've decided to own the world tonight, create the standard, now roll the reel. Ambush the poor, take what they have to create a warlike feel (turn
my life don't mean a fucking thing i loose feeling i believe none of what i hear and half of what i see someday ill find out what life means or die
Isn't every day exactly what we make? Mistakes, mistakes And often are the same thing We'll make the same mistakes Let's get to know them then Let's get
I've been the wild one i've run through the streets and i've suffered i've been the quiet one sequestered and smothered but i won't mind no time spent