N Sane Pages by N Sane & Dub DeVille
I'm sorry to say...So sorry to say... Order of Spit: N Sane, Dub DeVille Beat = The Horror Within Part One Devize
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Lyrics
(N Sane)
He was was truly good. it just seemed he wasn't fit for this world
Perhaps the world wasn't fit for him, he found the bitch in every girl
To the females around him he'd play the role of knight in shining armor
Tried to taste forbidden fruit, this made him intertwine with karma
The doom soon came around, in truth it played him out
Confused and changed him now, he wore his wounds like a crown
No one cared, he tried not to, he would carve in his own flesh
Got scarred and depressed, for simple affection he was starvin to death
As for his intelligence it would begin where yours would peak
They labeled him a freak, he'd try to communicate with no voice to speak
A poisoned leaked from his pores, he couldn't sleep or eat, he was sore
Noises creeped from his core, played wit til he was weak and was torn
A victim of a system made for confidentiality
Locked in his own mental prison, with a lunatics mentality
They had him convinced it was nothin he was worth
But in the end it all amounted to nothin, it was just words...
(Chorus)
These N Sane pages bleed like rain
It washes away the pain of sorrow sang
The horror's blamed for all my hate
I'm sorry to say.. So sorry to say..
(Dub DeVille)
Mistaken identities
Placed him with many means
Paranoia is a voice that many speak
He spoke it well
If life is a story he wrote to tell about
When a tear dropped and angels fell without
Fear would hold the rope
With his hopes up a halo strangles his throat
And how is soul suffers pain though brain just won't
And it's kinda hard to face it when it takes ya' for ya' own
Reflection in her eyes, love was demise,
And lonesome resides a heartless hole
His heart she stole to pawn like gold
And buy her way into heaven
But what goes up must come down
You can find her today in the resin
He smokes his brainstem and he's left with
He missed a message, it was a death wish
The voice in the back of his head sent
There's contentment when condemned to yourself in
An idea to lessen selfishness
He'd rest when counting heartbeats of dead men
And a breathless wench to speak his eulogy
She let him rest in pieces of his ruin
She said God bless and left him with a truce for peace
We cry with three blind mice as the tune repeats
(Chorus)
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