You're a paper doll. I fold you how I want. You're not my news. I tie these knots. If this won't be. Our fingers laid together. This is total war. Method not objective.
We've only reached the third day, of a seven day binge. I can always see your name, disintegrated from my lips. We've only reached the third day, of a seven day binge.
We've only reached the third day, of a seven day binge. I can always see your name, disintegrated from my lips. We've only reached the third day, of a seven day binge.
I don't know if I can open up. I've been opened enough. I don't know if I can open up. I'm not a birthday present. I'm aggressive reggressive. The past is over.
Don't want your God and His higher power. Want power to get higher. I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed. When you look up, what do you see?. Don't need a muthafucka lookin' down on me.
Don't want your God and His higher power. Want power to get higher. I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed. When you look up, what do you see?. Don't need a muthafucka lookin' down on me.
The human wheel, that force unseen. The offspring of a deathless soul. Can hew away to any goal. The walls of granite intervene. Be not in patient delay, but.
This world doesn't need no opera. We're here for the operation. We don't need a bigger knife. (a bigger knife). Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns.
This world doesn't need no opera. We're here for the operation. We don't need a bigger knife. (a bigger knife). Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns.
Stare in the face of the grim death. Screaming monsters bring me to deafness. My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror. When the mirror is made of my face.
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?. "You'd better watch yourself". You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?. "You'd better watch yourself".
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge. And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips. We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge.
Birds of Hell awaiting. With the wings on fire. Insane old Phoenix, baby. It's your death desire. The birds of Hell awaiting. With the wings on fire. Insane old Phoenix, baby.