Growing inside of me like an incomplete seed like the beginning of sin you better watch out. Like a dog has its day how I swore you would pay every moment
gonna die alone The end, I'd never guessed this way Dreams, shatter every day Forget my face, and please forget my name For one man, his war will
Long night Home time Heads tight Unwind? Cab come Red van Creepy hand Black man Too fast Danger Driver Strange? Heartbeat Red light Cab ride
hiss And the poison that they spit, smells like death and hate and piss. I never died before today, never lived with so much pain And as the world
Loser, bow your head in tears, alone you cry so no-one hears Your silent tears don't make a sound, your broken heart bleeds on the ground Loser
I am vibration like the sun. The Earth the moon the chosen one Until a thousand wars are won. Our battles rage til we are done An inclination
Twisted sick and bitter, I should have known better. Blistered sickened skin, the karma got in. Guilty, plead guilty its such a selfish crime You think
Sit and watch the rain as you allocate your pain Your days are all the same, melancholy be thy name. Stand before your god naked like you'd want Forgiven
Been a long time coming crawling up from the gutter It was just this morning I saw you watch me suffer. Beneath this neat facade down beneath the
Here is everything I ever wanted, Here is everything I?d ever need I know my pet hate wants to destroy me, I know my pet hate is? You don?t wanna live
the skeletons in your closet, the ghosts of your past hide. Father filling a role, just as he preached to you And you don't know who's world you believe
Your eyes are cold like steel. You don't flinch and you don't feel And a friendship forged in fire, don't mean nothing to a liar. Well its pain you're
Weak and feeble, gaunt and drawn Pins and needles, crown of thorns Bring me not your cup of pain bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come
翻訳: 第一次世界大戦四. （私は私の銃を取るよ...）ナイフファイト.
chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
holdin' back that the world is theirs Yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour I will give
created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it changed the course of the world
on the button, all they need is an excuse It doesn't take a military genius to see We'll all be crispy critters after World War III There's nowhere you
