wheels for wings. Cranes loom like gallows overhead, and the setting sun paints the sky blood red. But outside it's exactly how I want it to be. We'
pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst shit is just cheesy It's a 311 bliss
pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst s--- is just cheesy It's a 311 bliss
and move it to. Hit to lose it to It?s that crazy crew. Taking you on a ride to the Other side. Check it. Bar codes on freaks Programmed to freak mode. Black
to the stars Thrust me through to paradise Endorphins breaking fast Creature from the black abyss Teacher. sadomasochist Your tortured soul has led me To this altered state of bliss
the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The
the deer to a dying hind; Wordless - yet in soul so true Nameless - yet it lives in you Shapeless - like the purity of pain Lawful - when all fear is
Dominating, Invisible Black-out, loss of control Overwhelming, Unquenchable I'm powerless, have to let go I can't escape it It leaves me frail and worn
bank "If I were a painter," Picasso said, "I'd paint this girl from toe to head!" Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss
It's a new beginning, this is serious business Got my heart and soul in it It's the way that I'm living Let it be known that I'm devoted, it's always
to the high [Verse 1: Tyga] Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air Only just to find pain cause it's all that I feel Mothaf-ckas say they
throttle I wanna get on top of her, zoom on the yamaha So you can call it switchin' gears Zoom inside of her And if it taste how it look I'm a try to
eight deep [1] Oh aight, word [2] So come on down, it's on yo [1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us? [2] Yeah it's just us [1] Oh damn, whassup with some more
crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball. Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love What it does to me, What it's done to me. What it's done
the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball Irony, irony is hating love, hating love For what it does to me, what it?s done to me What it?s done, done
the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for
, I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned Pennies
