to me Automated exchanges make us not lovers But feigner's, we are only strangers Not estranged to regret Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps Ocean tides
calls me. Automated exchanges make us not lovers, But feigners, we are only strangers. Not estranged to regret, Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps. Ocean tides
lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my love required a ledge
day, of our dying For a second I wish the tide Would swallow every inch of this city As you gasp for air tonight From up here the city lights burn
got no love, fuck scrub She come to move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see
a?? Pressure For many years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments, Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement, So as I rose
they tell Oh, city streets They can be heaven, they can be hell Oh, city streets The stories they have known Oh, city streets, city streets, city streets
cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the
've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons, I wanna burn all of your cities
in town... SF Prayer And one grey day shall rise the flood No dikes will stem the heavy tides When cold pierced heavy bodies scream They fall as if the
oxygen purification Sure AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought? Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand Could e'er these walls aspire to breach, Yet now the city
, The wind whispering across the everlasting snows... My slumber is as light as a wolf's. Serpents coil entempled ramparts Of sunken jewelled cities,
a life was conceived From the beginning the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as
the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From
three, you're here to tell me we can't do this) To tell me we can't do this anymore (Three for three, I will disagree) Your hair and face against the mirror As
