My whole life counting dimes worried about uncertainty So I roll the dice before I die, maybe get a little for me I bet it, bet it all- threw everything
Squeze The Abcess, Squirting Release Press Past Dry, Meanwhile Reinfect Breaks Out Again, No Callous Forms Worsen The Eventual Scar From Scratching
What a crying shame Talk about pass the buck No thought of a change Go out and get your gun Thought we've had out fill Of that they've had enough All
News of senseless aggression Journalistic sensation Quick reasons to mention Paraded so soulfully Stated so righteously One vision to convey Nothing
Look Up At The Sun Turning Eleven Thousand Degrees Burning Theres No Siren No Firemen Is It Night Or Day Ninety Three Million Miles Away He's Got A Gun
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-This is the tab to the intro riff to "Persecution" by Prong as well as could get it...... Adrian"Dementia"Brush email=amb2be2e@panam3.panam.edu
Just sit down and talk to death It's known to teach you time again A something not of this earth That something not of earth 12 o'clock time for bed
So thrilled, we got you now You can't, can't break the game So glad, accept the choice So glad, you learned the ropes You learned the ropes To try so
Shake the slab of flesh, taunting for a fetch Time to ring the chime Wet the appetite, teeth are grinding tight Reinforcing life Drooling down the sides
Pointless Hitman's got no doubt about Position in the work place A matter of investment Ridding human excess Dealing stocks and bonds of blood Shotgun
Diggin' for answers you fall in a hole Lessons of nonsense shall cast the first stone Pontifical preachings past now quick to forget 'em Depending on
Go You try to take all the challenge Out of all of our lives You make it all too predictable With your white wash lives See, you got to show me the
You're right Cold suns, lowering highs Accents on the deprived Solvency, well it hurts like a bitch Close shave, you may have grown rich Blast off,
Another rude awakening The hard life that's been our school More of a cruel day's reckonings Our prime time used up too soon There is no kindness to
Getting A Grip On The Speeding Insecurities Surviving Throughout The Chaotic Instability Linking Yourself To The One Singular Authority The Frequency
A clue from knowledge, ward off the casualties The mindless banter of all the derogatory It's the best thing that could happen even with all the dread
It's a reason why I got control It's the treason, better off alone Got an answer; individual creed Got advantage, don't really need 'em Shouldn't have