death or life we'll always be I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain
in the shadow land Here where there's doubt Here where we must learn to live With what we live without Clouds of silver and streets of gold Where no shadow
that atonement son That's like a bible and gun Pea-cocked and ready aimin' steady as a ray of the sun My ammunition, intuition, full eclipse of my lung
I see shadows following me, Tripping on the edge of my dreams. Hanging on my fractured Reality. Suck Sucking me into cold death finality. I see vespers
are colorful Can we ever stop the bleeding There's no embrace Inside the colorful Never let it go Embrace the peace and calm As water fills the lungs
only wish for. A world with out is a world I?d fucking die for. You?ve taken everything... Poison and despise lay in rampant wake in the shadows you have
sleeping so soundly in my arms A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where we've danced The sun is setting now I hold a modest hand in vain My lung emit a
visionaire - silverscreen distant mirrors all I see shadows dancing closer dripping from the orb master of misery well, it's all said and done hallucinations
Let the lamps shine, let 'em burn so bright Set the sky ablaze, fill the night with paint Smother all the shade, flood it through my blood Breathe it through my lungs
I am. Found a place in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, in the darkness, home, in the darkness. A crowded room of passers by and in the shadows
His eyes are greener than the meadows His hair is grayer than a ghost His lungs are blacker than the shadows That dance in circles down below You see
crimson; I intrude. There's light beneath your eyes. New overtones in view. Endless form, endless time. If what they say is true, you are a shadow in
at? Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) [Benzino] Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless
And toast, death to wicked infants Found on the sorceress' doorsteps Slaughter lamb and boar's head Every MC's cause of boredness and mind bondage Bronchitis, lung
We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the dancers
When I was young, I first encountered my crippled lungs I felt them burn and cursed them ever since I was turning blue in a match right in front of you
to my crew and my nigga El-P Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty Color me
Reach for your razor Cut through the dawn Through your inner wrath Keys shan't open the doors Behold, my heart has stopped My lungs are laid, the final