are the things and the ways that will blind you All alone inside so you follow On your knees do you spit or you swallow? Without you, I'm lost, lost
Lost (x2) I have nothing - everything's taken from me Force what's inside out on those that try to hide No give all take - this will bend but never
Translation: Dry Kill Logic. Lost.
call rude. How do you conclude to intro the interlude? The game runs dry, bringin' the lube. Skinny as a fuck, still eatin' the food. Hard to kill Cuder
you feel it? Fallen from grace Forever fuel the fire, the only way to begin again But since it all means nothing from here on in When everything is lost
it seems so hopeless I like to see that You give and take back As I still bleed from the knife in my back Lines have been drawn Who lost who won? When
everyone's at fault but no one's to blame Question is- will you remain the same? Or will you half step you life away? Now I'm lost in this without all
though I want to hide/ When it finds a way/ As the pressure burns from the inside? You'll find when all is said and done/ Will you have lost or have
, range rack, fists of fury-act Don po, six hundred glow, Wally mack poly like that It's real ("Execute Them"), diabolical Logical, strange chokehold, kill
Jury match, range rack, fists of fury-act Don po, six hundred glow, Wally mack poly like that It's real ("Execute Them"), diabolical Logical, strange chokehold, kill
