This beating heart is yours to break. Take your sacrifical knife and cut. This lamb was born to slaughter but I'm lying on your altar, stilll I stare
: This beating heart is yours to break. Take your sacrifical knife and cut. This lamb was born to slaughter but I'm lying on your altar, stilll I stare
y'all I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood they respecting
skin. Can't get away from nothingness. I try to get up, but I have to give into the force that is keeping me down. I overcome gravity, I look outside.
If only apologies worked Well I could find some reasons Why maybe you wouldn't be So ill, so, ill, sorry your souls so fucking shallow it's creeping outside, outside
re skimming stones and exchanging rings and scattering and sailing from departure bay the house was bare of Christmas lights it came down hard that year outside
behind my eyes My dead disguise don't work so well Transparent to the world But in my heart, if it bothers me I'd kill myself and curl I'm falling far from
: Walk out if it doesn't feel right, I can tell you're only lying. If you've got something better tonight Then don't mess up my mind with your crying
sense this was more than lust how can I explain it, I'm scratching my brain coz its insane how these 10 hours felt like 10 years now I'm crying 10 men
: The curtains are drawn Now the fire warms the room. Meanwhile outside Wind from the north-east chills the air, It will soon be snowing out there
You eject but spit Yeah massive, also gotta rap for chicks Know we outside the white house with bats and sticks This is more that rhyming, this is mothers crying
: With the fire from the fireworks up above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand You run for cover in the Temple of Love You run
and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying
dying Through the door I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Well Maria came from
We laugh, we love, we cry from what we've seen It's crazy, it's how we feel We're staring at the walls and living out of magazines Ooh, ooh, cryin' outside
the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the
Whole lot of people crying tonight From the disease of conceit, Comes right out of nowhere And you're down for the count From the outside world, The pressure