Shackled to greatness
It's for your bet interests
nothing less but the
Hater of men, oh, bitter seed that cip on your
Can you look in to their eyes
Now that you've talked
I've spent 27 years chasing dream after dream
some attained, some
Crisis today
Oh hell not again
Lord show me mercy
My heart is
The skies, swirle in a marble haze
I gaze across the
The sun is going down on you my friend
I look
Blind me with all your lies
You're evil
I can look into
Washed up tough buck into a foreign world
Stole your culture,
Awake to the morning... frost
Retract from the day
I feel no
Life can be cruel sometimes
We know it, we've felt it,
In the darkness of the shadows
Lurks, another side of me
Peices
All of you want, that pretty picture
The perfection, that illusion
Ebola Zaire, Ebola Reston, Ebola Sudan
The switchblade sisters and their
it was not my decision
To conjure up mirrored images that
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