Swallow me as I become A living blaspheme Force fed by your tyrant Choke on the lies of the ancients So you are the demon to design my fate Disguise
swallow me as I become a living blaspheme. force fed by your tyrant. choke on the lies of the ancients. so you are the demon to design my fate. disguise
Traducció: Eighteen Visions. La Res.
were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of
MySpace mistress I didn?t take it personal When you ignored my request to be your friend I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
were hung by, the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there The children were all nestled, all snug in their beds while Visions
Verse) I'm giving em a dilemmaa?¦ The coming of a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision
would be there; One, two, three, four, no, Dave, don't we wanna hear some more! The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar
in the mail by the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger
have turned into desperation. please get undressed and lay beside me. before my cold, cruel world comes to an end. wasted by the sight of you. it's all for nothing
were hung by the chimney with care In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions
an AA meeting And they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision You're like a
things is never clear A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge Naked asylum, strangle this kid That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's Vision
would be there; 1,2,3,4 go, Dave, go we want to hear some more The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in
hands in weak glands And when they're awakened their vision will fade It aint a bit of my fault I'm gonna miss her. TWENTY-FOUR MINUS EIGHTEEN Confidence
so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice Where in reality they're nothing but passive observers. Passive observers do nothing but
I never went back To that lil' school I had been sent to Find some shit I could get in to Been through more by the time I was eighteen Then most people
