will never heal you There's nowhere left to hide Scarred for life, scarred for life Wither away little victim victim of the night Scarred for life, scarred
翻訳: ザモンスター. 生命のために傷だらけの.
I've got no bad side I'm snotty and snide and I'll be your landslide Everybody wants me to play nice but Don't you know I am the king of vice? "No future
the scars still linger Goodbye my friend Will I ever love again? Memories fade but the scars still linger Ohh ho I cannot grow, I cannot move I cannot feel my age The vice
problem's over when they locked that man up Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning The President is Bush, the Vice
-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick 'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips I'
be frequent beats And the freak and be hit the cheesing They want the dark knight They want a bar fight Hard bites Art is the smartest thing In this scarred life Women that's our vice
, this is me An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me Look now, another dead, another born Vice versa, another
The years will unfold but what is the use? In solitude I'm left to atone The sins of my past Are returning to gnaw at my core The scars I have left And
into me Yeah because I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars That's what I'm made of
Screams never silence the pain Death is like an old friend I can't wait to watch you die I am you vice so real, so real desires of the scars of new
this place Too long I've wasted in this Melancholy space It's always winter here Like a splinter A vice in your eyes The constant sarcasm Cuts me like a blade The scars
Stealing runs rampant in Harlem Gambling runs rampant in Harlem All types of evils and vices that terrified our community Run rampant in Harlem The microphone
your precious tears, but it Won't get rid of all regret. all the colors Of reform won't lend a hand when you Decide to fall. so clear away the scars
are swept aside by the hunger of this vice With a heart of steel I fade into the night, oh Slave to this vice is what I've come to be A sickening love
I'm wasting my life with you sick of the sight of you. No feeling no laughter. You wear me down with antimatter. And from you I'll carry this scar.
Trusting in time When they grew to age Every time they'd pushed his vice back They'd push him to rage Why would they watch it all fall down Why would
