Show me how to kill you. You shed light then she'll get all broken. Hurry up and get home my dear, where the fuck you been? Can't you take a purpose
" medusa. since you left me, things have never been the same. but hour by hour, day by day. your memory will fade away. every sunrise, every sunset, will help me
medusa. since you left me, things have never been the same. but hour by hour, day by day. your memory will fade away. every sunrise, every sunset, will help me
: Show me how to kill you. You shed light then she'll get all broken. Hurry up and get home my dear, where the fuck you been? Can't you take a purpose
: 1. Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation Let me try to discomfort you Let the others do same things with you we'll see who's failing and who's doing fine
of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me
refrigerator poetry Attract imimators who wanna flow like me You know it's me, floating free Through the ghetto were the people supposedly Ain't trying to show no love openly Give me
a record Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go I want to be remembered for the songs that I sing Not only for the humor, but for the knowledge I bring To broaden the horizons of others
of a Persian child So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me
M-C-C Now I don't really know what that means But it's what the cops called me They don't care what happens to me They don't miss me on the beat All
record! Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go I want to be remembered for the songs that I sing Not only for the humor, but for the knowledge I bring To broaden the horizons of others
the one to laugh with I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others
... (For every second sleep has stole) And sweetie, I've got to say, that I'm really not worth the time of your day. I guess when we left each other
servants attend me with tricks of the senses The past and the future and similar tenses and on platters of air they convey me my measure both gladness
bird is flying, somewhere the wind is sighing I hope it brings you comfort 'cos it's surely no good to me This wind blows me down and cuts me like a
've finally learned my lesson But too late One thing always leads to another One foot slips and down goes the other One and one is two but it's just me
illusions; horizons with no colours Give me a distance to reach my other me in horror Even if I ran in the pouring rain Voices would surround me, Casting
