stage, got arrested for stealing a show muthaf-cker Yo, my rain in the forecast it's therapist broadcast, Philly to North C you really don't want that Therapist and Metaphor
i drink from your cup to feel i'm alive. i swallow this whole to define myself. i wait this out though time kills all things... but touch is a luxury
carnivore You got beef ready plus be steady on a metaphore Take a pick, take a style if you dare 'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare
and non-judgmental Holdin' me back And make me feel whole with life And stay the same Life without the pain Why must we dream in metaphors? Try to
Just a metaphor for I love you Is it sailable without the sea On your wedding day but without me Every thing I am And all I'll be Is Just a metaphor
them with style and grace And it's not over, I don't think that it will be And we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins And that's a metaphor for
Stole my pure intentions You are the sickness in between Let me in, I'll bury the pain You taught me to be sad as you You almost made me take it all
closing Behold the lost, behold a band aid Behold the lost, behold a band aid These shameful metaphors I fought it through the teeth Shameful metaphors biting at your heels Shameful metaphors
Darkness spreads its lonely wings On the high horizons of our hopes and dreams As long shadows grow, now they're fading In the twilight of our hopeful
Something falls on the horizon I see a silhouette disappear And in the distance, I heard him cry As he fell deeper, into this (laughing) Dull is life
ed! Then you are water... Cool, clear water... A refreshing glass of water! What dear? Water! Ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Love! You are love! Better far than a metaphor
Love! You are love! Better far than a metaphor Can ever, ever be. Love! (Love!) You are love! (You are love!) My mystery (My mystery) Of love! (...)
While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor You were scratching freedom from concrete Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
This song is called It's a metaphor fool Sixteen names on my list But none of them could ever get me hot like this (Yeah) Got your scars on my wrist
Do you want to ride? Do you want to feel? Do you want to perfect your craft? My body is like a metaphor. It's holding me back, I'm looking for more.
[Verse:] You stole my pure intention You are the sickness in between Let me in, I'll bury the pain You taught me to be sad at you You almost made me
arrested for stealing a show Motherfucker Yo, my rain in the forecast It's therapist broadcast, Philly to North C You really don't want that Therapist and Metaphor
