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Genre
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#113,612 today
Peak #833
#3,847 in subgenre
Peak #30
Author
Ayfere / Presser
Rights
Yes Please
Uploaded
September 10, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:58
Lyrics
I see white, when I roam the hills at night,
taking account for my eyelids, grasping the light,
I really wanted to change, to be right,
Pull a deck of cards, and plunge with the knife,
Would it be differnt If?, plauged by ignorance,
My cerebral swears im innocent, apart of me a kid,
So as the mechanic starts to spit it in,
My reality starts to drip,
Loving the humbility, and the checking on the ribs,
I eat one meal almost daily, and its not a fist,
Cant concentrate, on a freedom to drink,
Blue and red, wrapped in the sink,
Relating the reason speeding on an ice rink,
Melting escapes, we drownd and sink,
I am trying to make late my problems,
So when im dead i'll solve them,
talking infront of god,
instead of to a life's pod,
So tightly grasping a rod,
With tackle missing so im mobbed,
I called the cops, with my ticket and my knot,
A string around the cob, to be fought,
The Brain Rots instead of rocks,
But this ice aint' cool, im ruthless and rude,
When Im in a low lying area or mood,
Find me some food, to munch on in the lagoons,
While I drip dry, of my insanity and skin ruins,
I miss the smiles, and the laughter,
Feeling the resistance, i never give up, move past her,
Would be for the forgiven, so im last? sure...
I'd love to complete another broken heart, yes word,
Because every letter continues to contemplate my broken hearts,
Keep finding more as I stumble through dark,
Area's ying-yanging with the light,
Figuring out, why its so hard to choose what I like,
Will you show me up a despise or a gripe,
Living to Lead, never leave, thats my type,
I know the genre, and the label,
So unless we be playing fables,
Id like to grab my token and crash it down,
Until the smoker man brings a pack around,
And a pick peices from the dirt to frown,
Continuing to crash, face been ground,
The fire is a blasting love for cash,
Or the anger that folks lash,
Something to make the rats dash,
And the worms turn to surface,
I retain too many water molecules to be worthless,
Im here for all blessings and for curses,
Because those eyes are just too perfect,
self restraint to not tear the holds in your head,
Im saving peices for later, when we are missing bread,
Tissues Mingling in the corner with the dead,
I love my friends.
