on 'cause if she don?t stop whining She won?t need no tampons no more...? She said ?Aisle b That?s where you?ll find them Aisle b Near the feminine sprays? Aisle
Soft Parrlet breaking, Lost in aisles of white, Corridoes are shaking, And I can see the Light, Waiting for something, Waiting for someone, Waiting
I pretended that I didn't notice you from a dread of locking eyes As I push my cart down the hygiene aisle I thought back to a certain time I tried
Remember when we heard our song, we will say it Remember, when we shared our toys with one another How it was that night They took us through the station
No more medicine, I'll be leaving now. Give me anything, I won't make a sound. No more medicine to keep me paranoid. No more padded cells for me to exploit
[Lyrics by Tharen] Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms In solitude since the beginning of time Forgotten, lost and only visited By the icy winds that
a whim No one Can be on All sides At once Every day Something strange I can't explain Happens to me Often I Am called by name To clean up Aisle 13
As the atmos- atmosphere gradually continues to dissipate an invisible pressure increases in irregular strength. Soon this worl shall crumble beneath
Can't buy you cadillac a diamond ring there's no dough in the ghetto a nine to nine got a barmy life and i broke all thw windows we are the isolated ones
It seems so long ago now That I was sitting here Taking in everything Taking in everything I stopped to look around me And as far as I could see Across
(feat. 112) [LL Cool J w/ 112 harmonizing in the background:] Yeah, uh-huh I can't believe it [Chorus - 112:] Finally I'm walking down that aisle No
i'm sent for elimination to where i cannot know, but i'm lost without a chance in hell and i'm lost with doubts i can avoid this come feel the fire
Remember When we heard The song of saviors Remember When we shared That cause with one another How it was that night When they took us To the stage
this Anacin, we're stumbling again Anacin And it's the story of a hundred aisles Anacin, we're stumbling again Anacin And it's the story of a hundred aisles
(Instrumental)
Distant voices clash In this crowded room Words fade to din Here with you Distant gazes cross This empty room And each moment aching Here with you Where
Now time as come to hate for your instinct to suffocate deliverance - just a term to protect your satisfaction is suspect Escape to find a distant therapy