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You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin' to act like
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face On a trip down suicide road The stage was set, the lights went
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances, not choices Noises, not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke Human exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ? Rhymes plus Exxon
She gave herself to me She's gone away from me Where is the heartbeat coming from? Lost is the heartbeat where I come from Lie awake when the morning
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A grief came riding on the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about
You're like the mourning rain I never ever have to say when I go away 'Cause you're like the mourning rain When I don't see you It reminds me of the
Friday mourning I am dressed in black Douse the house lights I'm not coming back For years, I warned you Through tears, I told you Friday mourning, there
??? hate you dream sees someone going that voice i see i walks... releases someone...the darkened hate... [who find/if] [i/he] were to come back and
Movement 1: The scripture holds true Father forgive them For they know not what they do Among men He may have seemed the least Why didn't they
Oh, yeah Grief, yes, it's grief hammer time, hammer Grief, yeah, it's grief hammer time DIY now, commission my erection Tool for hire, manual love Rigger
Days of no trust are upon us now The blind leads us all into oblivion Visions are fading and torn apart Memories are all that's left in a bleeding heart
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My days are grey like dead snow A fire's burning in my soul Why sould I kneel lying in pain My death is real this day In solitude I could not tell Just
