Run, desire, run, a sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart, no conscience One motive, cater to the hollow Screaming, feed me here
Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me
: Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming feed me here Fill
all I see Moments together, but time's a thief Shadows recurring from times long since passed Our time and now in a perfect contrast [Female] "As I
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
impaled threatened by the slightest breeze and grown a sickly pale(insert a single method) parse a tense a perfect past(insert a single method) and
back of his mind Filled up his head with half-truths and lies And put the finishing touch on the perfect disguise They rolled out a carpet and threw a
Hunt For My Tribe Bring Home The Kill Smoke Blunts Get High Off Only The Real Want More Than A Mil Boy I Want A Mamwich A Seven Figure Digit Money Sandwich
5000 emcees with a single simile I got a metaphor, like just introduced to quadruplets Most heads want more, so I expose them like a nudist Yo, you're
hollow And you re gone forever Passion is worthless at the end What can be precious when it's all gone? A cycle that's left unchanged A fearfull ending
ترجمة: دائرة الكمال. أجوف.
ترجمة: دائرة الكمال. جوفاء.
flowers grow in a perfect circle Displaying harmony and content As you pick each one A part of you dies Like each perfect blossom Inferiority races through
