know everyting And you're just so cool it makes me sick You give me ammunition, you are my gasoline I hope you stick around 'cause you kill me, you fuel
know everything and You're just so cool it makes me sick You give me ammunition you are my gasoline I hope you stick around cuz You kill me You fuel
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you know everything and You're just so cool it makes me sick You give me ammunition you are my gasoline I hope you stick around cuz You kill me You fuel
that I won't brake In this long, long leap of faith To a rocket, I've been tied, I'm ready for the screaming ride It's full of fuel and I just lit the
read the newspaper The propaganda of the gas masked rape Was the proper slander to whip up the hatred The stage was lit and the lights were all faded
!" Some planks I tore from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire. Some coal I found that was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames
fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips And mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end Straight
Ohh Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two barrels Gettin' there
match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn I've seen the dangers of your rising sign But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from
Returning to devour Bright rays of chaos Generated by subconsciousness A retribution by own thoughts Twisting the mind into fits Fueled with pains
The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure The flickering needle of time overloading The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance The luminous
, she lit up lit up lit up lit up lit up my life And when she's giving me energy It's like electricity And oh when we connected, she lit up lit up lit
Jet fuel and traffic lines Pulling up to the delta signs Distant shape of my hometown Black stain where the wheels touch down I pick up the morning news
---MPV Alpine bliss. She says OH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil Been a bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll Her author babysat with a B-40 lit.
It's heavy lighting [Iriscience] To all you non carpoolin' fuel burners in my town We're not headed for a ice age, we're headed for a meltdown I double
with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on that downbound train The engine with blood was sweaty and damp And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp And imps for fuel
