today all my faults and mistakes will be forgiven Then for me grows a second to day the lifetime of hours Faster flies a day in seconds years are
remember now today All my faults and mistakes will be forgiven Then for me grows a second to day The lifetime of hours Faster flies a day In seconds
bring me back to life [Verse 1: Eminem] I told the World one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play
to bring me back to life [Eminem] I told the World one day I would pay it back say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it
minutes and counting. I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for.? Part IV: ?Dark Passion Play? Second robber
: So there they stood at the top of the stairs Miriam in the mood, Jonathan was scared Gazing into the dark, Jonathan saw the star For a second he turned
Mike] So there they stood at the top of the stairs Miriam in the mood, Jonathan was scared Gazing into the dark, Jonathan saw the star For a second he
: [police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats
: [Chorus: x2] The Cemetary's full of G's, died for the cause Dead on Arrival, at the hospital, he died in his draws And a rider falls every day, no
doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day, I would pay it back Say it on tape and lay it, record it so that one day
I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life [Eminem] I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds
brown fabrics (Da bomb) A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit True Master, broadcast the havocism I'm babblin' Mic's turnin' to javelins Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at
fears so deep the second coming of a day Just to fall asleep, his skin still covered by the haze That veils his eyes, and in the crimson light of dawn
ma'am at rest; in the fallen arches of the brilliant silence, coloured at dawn, and twilit by the twittering of birds; in the moon shining down on the shrew on my step; at