will guide you through the night When you hear my whisper at your side Sleep sweet lullaby it could be your last Jack's my name - I'm the ghost of the
the ghosts that still dwell in the soul Night brings us solace and serenity deep Night brings at last neverending sleep Better it would be to sleep forever
ghosts that still dwell in the soul Night brings us solace and serenity deep Night brings at last neverending sleep Better it would be to sleep forever
: Mother Russia how are you sleeping Middle winter cold winds blow From the trees the snowflakes drifting Swirling round like ghosts in the snow Mother
down, and down And down, and deeper Stoke without sound The blameless flames You endless sleeper Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within Sleeped
you live by Each day you kiss the rising sun When you live and die by the life we breathe In the barrel of a loaded gun Guns talk to me in my sleep at
hold your breath, hope it never ends But when it's gone, it's gone One last cigarette, last cigarette One I can't forget, the last cigarette Right there at
by Each day you kiss the rising sun When you live and die by the life we breathe In the barrel of a loaded gun Guns talk to me in my sleep at night
lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay
, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin A two day stay, you may
be otherwise, no matter what you do I am the voice of broken glass I am the voice to drive you mad at last I am the truth, the liar turned around Burner
be like you I cannot be otherwise, no matter what you do I am the voice of broken glass I am the voice to dribe you mad at last I am the truth, the liar
: The Foreign Inadequacy Project was just six months behind and The League of Divorced Daughters were getting high in The Empty Room at the top of the
Wheel! Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Columbia! I cried myself to sleep last night And the ghost
'm just walkin' around Your city is a wonder town Transmitter rhyme Transmitter, all the time Lookin' up to the sky I'm seein' ghosts flyin' I
Loathe myself to sleep. Your words kill me. You can breathe without oxygen and live without sorrow. How I envy you, though pity your ghost. Ignorance
6 mafia 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door These hoes peeked through the curtains And saw them gats pointed at the window Nothin but