My friend Put your head on my shoulder No need to worry 'bout a thing, no I'll be the cure for your loneliness I'll make you feel like you're whole again
, addicts die of thirst The new El Presidente saw his bubble finally burst And the king returned from exile, by request to break the curse He fulfils election promises with temporary cures
I can see around me in this lucid state My own mind controls my real fate But if I wake from slumber, then returns despair Of the days depression, forgets
[Music: Davis, Strong Lyrics: Urteaga] Trapped in their cells infected with plague No hope for cures a sentence of death Dissected like rats they're
the wind Atmosphere infected Descendants defected Are you Novel stroke of design Or relics from this mine Casually choke Noxious nourishment Embodied illicit cure
expand to release the pure, unbridled, abhoration. For those who interfere with my life. They caused me sorrow, But pain will be returned. My mind
Spirits have flown Waving goodbye to material things From angel wings Back to nature my return Change of heart the skin is burned Found a cure I'm all
?) Would they dare to go inside (To go inside) When they all returned back home They told of uncanny things (They told) When they all returned back home
cannot deny how your selfish ways Kill and ruin innocent lives People have been exploited People have been killed Humanity has been raped And still I see no cure
head I layed back and meditate to the words they said Skip town for a month and grew some dreads Had a friend tell my family I was dead Return at the
re blessed to cry As you change your point of view And you lead your fears to burn You're blessed to fly And able to return When you're bleeding for the cure
use the cash machine What happens when those cash machines are shut down? I went to Al Gore He said Earth's life support Has nearly been destroyed, no cure
step back His demeanor wasn't pure, I knew this for sure He had a diseased look that the world couldn't cure I'm frozen, the fear returned to my body
I gave you something to hold on, to turn to I gave you nothing but trust and a rescue I had to cure your restless mind And in return received nothing
If the child slaughter then come later Wrapped up and returned after many years Crawled out from under uncouth layers To take a shell back and lip in,
I no longer wish to love anything just cut the heart right out of me sometimes I choke on all the false love that infects me sometimes everything is not enough to cure
Figure and field, both, carrier, carried Holographic paradigm The whole in every part Warm, viscous body, cooling In marine air embrace Curing, skinning
Yo, life's web, wants me in debt And tries to collect my breath as ransom In return for my soul's silhouette How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys