burned down The trust we've built i burned down Taken from a book Ripped from hearts And now it's torn apart Dead hands will embrace you Dead hands
theres another one reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man you try to live but hes done trying not dead, but definitely dying with the rest of the
a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun
walking catastrophe You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed You butter your hand instead of the bread Drink enough coffee to wake the dead
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way, I'll walk
ones pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I?ll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid
you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
the sand Staring at myself Reflected in the eyes of The dead man on the beach The dead man On the beach I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing
you died At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins "Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win" But blood stained a young hand
ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches. (bring out your dead) And the bell tolls on A man walks around the castle walls
: I must be invisible; No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be
2:] I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I walk around acting strange
And ripped off my arm in the process But fuck that shit I still gots another hand So I can still get the shit for my little man And I'ma walk with my
Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh Hook [Jay-Z] My infatuation with autos led to autos
, but I cannot move at all Yet I have feelings, I know it's very strange Blood to walk, blood to see Blood to walk again and Blood to be I'm on my shelf
And peppermint candy That He always kept close at hand. He walked like His legs were made out of kegs, And He spoke with a very strange rhythm... La-
's what's happenin'! Strange Music Box! Got us tappin' in! Strange Music Box! Bump That slap Again! Strange Music Knocks! Back Up, Openin'! Strange Music Box! That's what's happenin'! Strange
off your feet in the form of flips Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick I got niggaz like it's a walk to school worth my goods I