leaves her body he screams me too All he ever wanted was to teach you to reach you Death is the cousin of sleep Just close your eyes count sheep and breathe
the bodies fall do they face the sky To choose which star to make it home When all the bodies fall is it finally quiet Or does their last heartbeat echo
Population Hidden In Cold Winds Drifting Through The Landscape Freezing Death Breath Of Lethal Power Breath Of Life Turns Into Breath Of Death Last
with dime bitches as freaks Body so bangin' I call they're tits Sants Ask chicks scream loud like Sam Bates I wanna be under the seats in our streets Last
day [Jamie Madrox] They chained me to the hood of the car and pushed me into the drink And I watched as I submerged and started to sink I took my last good breath
tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death dying body parts, descending my last breath spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day if there's a
all I ask you to do A small something, here's my body to use Place my soul in a box and believe The worlds not ready, the fall misery Count down the
body got cut up with splinters I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I
I'm def? I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin
rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath,
'd call this song the final chapter and if you read it you'd be laughin' if it could end right now the last lines would be my body jolted in and out
last breath Mindlock The command once more set forth To conquer all of the living world His way of murder will always endure Population exposed to hatred Body count
a gun to my head, pull the trigger My last words is, ?Fuck you, nigga? (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Before y'all suckaz count me out Before y'all suckaz count
with dime bitches as freaks Body so bangin' I call they're tits sants Ask chicks scream loud like sam bates I wanna be under the seats in our streets Last
count for naught My body soon buried and left to rot Good times gone how quickly it all has past My God, now I see how I've squandered each and every breathe
cut up with splinters I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
Are you ready for the unveiling? We have met the enemy and he is us Breeding divisions within the body Distorting scriptures, creating instability And