I'm not conceited but i need it and i get it why? Maybe I'm greedy but its too late and its dead tonight Maybe it will never be ok, and this pill i cannot
You're not alone, and you'll never be, as long as I'm still breathing you'll be standing next to me When forever is, all I need, you know I'll never let
I feel the change is coming I don't know how to tell you What I have really been through and I don't go where you're thinking You said you'd die for
You're not alone, and you'll never be, as long as I'm still breathing you'll be standing next to me When forever is, all I need, you know I'll never
The quicksand is rising I'll down once more then do it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All is
Decisions that kill And bullets that fly Lords of inferno That litter the sky Schizophrenic poems of death Machine ever after that never rests As the
As the sun sinks Life closes tired eyes As hello turns its back and It greets goodbye Never wanted to believe Or have to understand Time waits for no
The throes of extermination Holocaust of creation The ruthless hate from within Illusions that free one from sin Apocalyptic Psychosis tic Wheels of
The fall within this hole My eyes are blind yet I see Lifeless and dark No need to feel or be Mourned the passing of myself I saw today All that I once
Lightning from above Followed by hail Death from above In the wake of his trail A vision sent this child Becomes a man Blood of the past has chose His
The cold that burns The tide that drift away No more talks about tomorrow The past is gone and all that was today I cant forget the cold That fell January
Destroyer of my visions Come and enter me Reside over my vengeance redemption God in my hands Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of hate
Now we're living in a Spastic society Spastic society Spastic society Now we're living in a Spastic society Spastic society Spastic society Now we'
I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner fuck it I work harder I don't like most hip hop out there's a secret society of niggas who wanna
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face Satan I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just