Dalszövegek
Light Is The Language

Ripped apart by disdain I can't seem to complain remove you find me on your front doorstep with a gun in hand Through this rejection the record spins

You only have one life to lose on all your false convictions take all your salted lies pour them on the wounded Look through jaded eyes my stare can

Formerly imprisoned in a circut oxygen oxygen can't force feed the wired mystic retaliate retaliate hungry scorched earth policies funeral march funeral

, my teenage lust for you is so pitiful With you I can only see my black light constellations And other shit, I don't think I have the language to say

you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family

the first (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Who was the first to show The moon at night Is never so far away We are the first to define the Languages

certain kind of connection No this is not about something from the black market This is about no questions This is about smoke and sweat and beats This is

celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is

well that is kinda friendly actually when you, its really kinda none judgemental in a funny way, Is that my accountent sitting there?, I'll kill myself, Is