Mind In A Blur I Was Loving The Pain You Would Learn Kicked Open The Door With A Fury She Was The First One To Go Slowly At First And Then Quickly You Bled
of second hand stress A childhood picture coming to life These long-winded guilt trips Are such an obsolete breath of life Got to bleed this contamination
predict a thousand things in a day Starting with the future and then moving on to better things A holocaust handshake, I pitch it for impossible Ignorant enough
beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} Picture mural pictures of us painted
down. Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. *
my shame Painful whispers Shouting in my head Things that were bright yellow Are now black instead I had a secret meeting with a strange desire I couldn't get enough
the brain, make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture
hits channels and holds down On-Demand We wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be it Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't
'm losing it, but what did you expect when you said that you broke all the rules? Tell me how did it feel? Go on, paint me a picture, this is suicide
got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
Hey Garland, I dig your tweed coat. I'll trade you a domino this size, mothball-scented. The woman silk nude tie painting his chest. One celluloid stay
seen death, seen less, seen more Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen It's pain I deliver reflection Every word like a mirror Bigger picture
of second hand stress A childhood picture coming to life These long-winded guilt trips are such an obsolete breath of life Got to bleed this contamination
Hold the concrete notepad Scribble down my words in the limelight This is what it's like to bleed ink Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what
from pride and now i realize don't make a move, i got that exit wound and i've cried myself dry no limits to pain, i've bled for you now bleed for me
not about to crumble I'm not about to cave I'm not about to paint you a picture So you'll see me You don't bleed like I do You don't feel what I do