oh neptune's only daughter i believe in mr. grieves pray for a man in the middle one that talks like doolittle i believe in mr. grieves do you have another
, Neptune's only daughter I believe In Mr. Grieves Pray for a man in the middle One that talks like Doolittle I believe In Mr. Grieves Do you have another
[Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, May 2001] The world is falling so cold and grey. Shallow and empty life lingers on. It grieves my heart, it tears me apart
Smile for the blade, everybodys watching, Everybodys always got something to say They wanna put you into pieces, lie and make you believe it, Limit you
to bleed Hoping to break my creed and sit at a table with thieves Tricks up their sleeves, saying how my music should be I keep on with the profits, and building with Grieves
I swear to god that sometimes I feel my life is going blah From the women I wake up to To the substance in my rhymes And i've abused the truth by telling
lay another one to rest in the valley of my shadows opened up bury all my expectations for a semi normal love and with it burning in my palms and massaging
water oh neptune's only daughter i believe in mr. grieves pray for a man in the middle one that talks like doolittle i believe in mr. grieves do you have
[Verse 1] I drink the cloudy city rainwater, you can never save my soul. Painted glass on my soul, I dont break it for no one. Your blood runs like a
I feel like the last light candle in the back of my mind. Both palms to the future, no slack in the line But no qualms with it. I don't flip a coin like
Chorus(x2) What did you want from me? You're knockin' on doors tryin' to wake up the beast. Head full of thorns, you wanna settle the score, you wanna
I've been looking for that shadow that's inside of me for quite some time Sunk my teeth into life, as a young man blind But never regret the process or
Cast a tear to the wind and watch it all fall apart, ring sides with the execution of heart, cause you should have seen it coming so you could play into
Well, I don't have a diary, I sing my songs... Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs... Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake
Here i am sittin on top of the world with nothin but a bottle... of gin cause it makes me smile wide (ha) all your little press fell cause you shoot your
[HOOK] Heyyy, take that devil out yo' path lay your skeletons to rest bed of roses where you lay it down, definitely those words 'cross... your headstone
My whole life I?ve been staring out the cracks Slipping words among the people that get close enough to grasp it And you?re looking at me like another
