forever, on wax CD's and cassettes And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten The life cycle starts all over again And I was granted
beer cans (And shingles) Janet Jackson: This must be the spookulous Another song with no singers Lyrics no voices And uninterrupted solos Unseen performances
touch is unfamiliar And I know you never wanted this like this The day your life is spent You'll walk among the dead You'll stand unseen to me And watch
Picture you a sight unseen, vengeance fills my head satisfy my lust for blood when i see you dead you were never what i would, something i won't sought
came falling down... falling down... I drown in the lies bitter tears in my eyes, my emotions all are dead and gone. Salvation seen in what Christ ment
Voice beyond, blackened fate, no escape Time to end your life Raped and torn away from life Born to unseen light Soul is lost, no will to fight An unseen
free and ride, but now they just wait for the sign The gate has opened up between the worlds And now the change it comes for men and women of this Earth
his tonight He bathes in red delight And all he wants to do Is more and more and more [Incomprehensible] Horror in the shadows Red and white and dead
shot is heard That tells the fight is on And the angry sound of another round Says there must be gone Over the deep and the deadly sweep Oh, the fire and
a hundred years And left me all alone Now, I've been dead for twenty years I've been washing the sand With my ghostly tears Searching the shores for my Jackie And
Become since their youth Twisted and rotting and smelling of death Their minds lie wasted and yearning for breath And wanting and wanting some air They crumble and fall onto the ground in despair And
young man came He said, "your jackie's gone We got lost in the rain" And I ran to the beach And laid me down "You're all wrong", I said And they stared
wonder why where has it all gone all the time that we won all our lives and all of this waste when will the suffering cease and do we all deserve our
I fuck around, and y'all gone and a nigga like me Cause I'm blessed with a tight 22's, AK-47, 3-57, Mac 11 Balling and and a 25, bulletproof vest and
hundred years and left me all alone. now i've been dead for twenty years I've been washing the sand with my ghostly tears searching the shores for my jackie oooh. and
We had our family, we had our home Foundations trembled, now it's dead and gone I was a young man, my gun was clean I hadn't killed yet, I was unseen
more and more and more terror without pity fever in his mind death, confusion, love and blood, looking for a perfect one, seek and ye shall find crazy and
neighbour and every prisoner. each station filled with static. broadcasting nothing but noise. deep inside of each of us we are the lost, the dead and gone