as I watched the blood slowely weep from open wounds. A still rose bled into a sunset, while the red dragon waited to consume the midnight sky. A dead
Feedback screams on a twisted riff I've got more than I could spare The perfumed dream of a midnight shift With the tongue hangin' loose Where can I
[SPM] It's after midnight while I let this pen write In my cell it's just me and this dim light As my thoughts get spilled on a notebook They shot my
beam Unload my magazine niggaz can't read me Red rums all I hear so you wanna bleed me I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns And I yawns at your funeral
public doves Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves He was my North, my South, my East and West My workingweek and my Sundayrest My noon, my midnight
THE SURFACE. GOLDEN MOUNTAINS ARE SHINING IN THE DISTANCE. THIS IS THE BLACK CIRCLE AND THIS THE BLACK CROSS. THIS IS THE DARK FUNERAL AT MIDNIGHT
I love my profession as mortuary technician So funny, macabre and sick I am alone when my workdays ends Corpses are my only friends Cemetery at midnight
Road. Crash-barrier waltzer ----------------------------------------- And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter --- In the midnight echo
of my secrecy Emancipate the mortal world as minds redeem from the mortuary The only life in the darkness Is the force that yearns In my soul The black funeral
DRACULA This is just the beginning, it isn't an end. This isn't a funeral, more of a christening. There's no need to wear black. This is just what I
we gonna pay How we gonna pay Last year's rent MIMI What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight My body's talking to me It says, "Time for
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountains echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors,
Boy at the window watches them come and go The passing carnivals, the midnight shows But autumn's lonely, now summer's gone Winter's sleeping to his evening
death to your rep don't get drunk kid and talk shit You can't walk I wouldn't hawk I put a fork in your throat I stalk At midnight I had a sick fight
Among evil gods I sleep Their ancient hymns were my dreams But the vast and cold forest beckons So I rose with the funeral moon From my coffin of
There's always a party on funeral row Where the cross flashes red to the street And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans He's grazing the surface of
be like T-Raw Motherfucka why you raw? Know why cause I don't give a fuck at all Still RIP beats No flaws one verse one hearse, funeral is 12 bars 12, midnight
Hahaha [Haystak] Ohh, I've been intertwined On the grind since '89 Tryin to get my shit tight No I had to come right Wrote rhyme by the midnight moonlight