Letras:
Loss For Words Face To Face

Here we are again, face to face with ourselves, and we're hating every second of it. What have I done to deserve this? 'Cause I'm not that person

hand wave right) Can you taste this blood Dripping sweeter than And over your eyes And I, and I fall to both knees Not to beg for your forgiveness But to hate the word

them niggas took a loss Put on my mask, and turn the fuckin' lights off See, speeded up, right beside, and he knew he was hit The last words that he heard

grenade on the inside. The squad, gettin' ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them busta's scattered. Reachin' for

face of my character With these lessons he might learn All the worlds in here must burn For his God to imagine the agony witnessed Woahhh If my chin spills a word

write Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars Face step, let down. Face step, step down. The words you scribbled on the walls With the loss

fear the living's toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman

The source you told I was composing the beginning before you had begun Where did you sharpen such a tongue For the sound you spill I want the honor for

At a roadside station Sister it seems absurd To be hammering pith LIke a poet with a loss for words Trying to describe an angel's face Safety's just danger