vision - can't find any real reasons vision - can't find any solutions can't you see the flaws in your decisions enslaving sound for your money hungry
t always feel lucky But I'm smart enough to try 'Cause humility has buoyancy And above us only sky So I lean in Breathe deeper that brutal burning smell
death? should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill? Hell no! because life is priceless, this fight from the affer- Mative. wicked brutal force of
's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war
INSERTED vertical thirst, burst horizontal Treasure, loose cannons span the STARBOARD BOW OF The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous Beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal
(Brutal Truth) No more... Blind falsity Tears left to see Fear left in me Pain inside me head No more... Corporate
neglect In the Shadow of Misconception, misguide opinions, fatal endings Destroy all happiness from the start, thoughtless in cold visions. Lies hope
your own trip play you the fool kill trend suicide false-core genoocide the fashion, gone glory to capitalist ways faceless, sold into corporate ways no vision
beyond a visible sign of your awakening And hiding from some poisoned memory Poisoned and hopeless Sleeping Beauty 8: Thomas Humble and helpless Learning to pray Praying for visions
underground Lilith immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally
mind did stand out from the crowd Though quiet at first - with hardly a sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions
Though quiet at first - with hardly a sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions:] The first
i'm ashamed don't want to spend my days as some hippocratic slave my field of vision's blurred and blind, love my drinks are always running dry, love. Cautious and apathetic, brutal
Let me be a bad teacher without taboos and games Let me now provoke you with my truth and fame I'm a living sculpture and my body is art I can change
fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is
us by no more. [Krayzie:] Chillin on my mamas front porch, I'm watchin. Sittin here reminiscing on how hot the block gets. From right here I can truly see how crooked the cops is. My vision
death? Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill? Hell no! Because life is priceless, this fight from the affer- mative. Wicked brutal force of
