Days, how many days Do I have until I am set free to a better place A place of love A place of no tomorrow's Release me from this need i have of me Hours
Days, how many days Do I have until I am set free to a better place A place of love A place of no tomorrows Release me from this need I have of me Hours
on something else rather than sometimes looking at ourselves recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look within ourselves we could prevent a
Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang Crazy, deranged, strange, with a
But I don't think so, let's be honest Why don't you give that thing a rest You're just a one-man pissin contest This used to be a nice place And now
self-respecting actress in a german schiester film who gobbled doggie dick and human feces my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness from heart scan to pulse readings this a voice from a
intersection Where black crashed head on with white Comes a melody, comes a rhythm A particular resonance That is us and only us Comes a screaming ambulance A
the wrong way Solar collision Causing the end of this age Comets flying Emanating a gas Intoxicating Every form of life For a lost dimension Have a wise solution Better
on the CD. I was like a kid in a candy-store, and got to work that very evening at Tobias place with a lyric piece (which Tobias also participated strongly
on something else rather than sometimes looking at Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look Within ourselves, we could prevent a
land was a vast empty page Waiting for the great writers of a brand new age The future was ours to protect or profane A paradise lost, a paradise gained
into a great, mountain of when should've is a place i sometimes frequent yet they know my face better at i can't but if there's a wait i will
was a tour de force Now you can afford a Porsche Go to the Source awards Get some tour support Do all sorts of warped things Get a smorgasbord With a
kisses Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it The ep is in effect from dusk to sunset She want a
'm a kreep, I'm a loser You're so very special, I wish I was special But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser I wish I was special, I wish I was special But I'm a
looking at Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens, sometimes it has to do With other things...but if we look within ourselves, we could prevent a
, reading) Dear Andre what a charming gala, Christine was, in a word, sublime We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left On that note, the diva's a disaster
a place It Must be somewhere out in space Silver moonbeams relfect the sun Martian Landscapes worlds beyond I touch down with no trace No sign of life on this place
