you know what I say—funkit killem kill a man jah’ro be at the top tomorrow you gotta know your body

she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion

creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone

it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even

it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…

this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing

not sure what is real, or my imagi… went inside my brain, and had a so… to conquer my fear, to finally see… my psychosis relies all on me. simple contrast.

lies depicted as greater truth than truth itself what is truth? but mere perspective spoken words