save together with you listen the more we are, the more a choir in universal language advances it says they also made a hole in the skin of the sky
find yourself a guide dog and a white stick Me I turn your chick on quicker then a light switch You're pissed cuz after your sticker she listens to my
breathe This never ending madness Raining down on me Like a ton of bricks Face in the dirt What do you think you're doing with your life? You should be ashamed of yourself
blood sprays my skin, warm and wet You can?t feel your heart beating, scream no one is listening I cut your tongue from your mouth Dying, you feel yourself
trapped If morning never brings Salvation for either one of us Leave me and save yourself I'll only slow you down Breathe in slowly Are you listening
s walkin through a club he likes the skins tight For all a y'all thinkin he rhymin well It's just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool
two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won?t pay for a roof, won?t pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O. See how
boots are juicin', ooh, guess what? He's gamin' on ya (Word up, so) How in the hell do you let yourself go and get played again? You know he wants the skins
the face inside is right beneath my skin The face inside is right beneath your skin The face inside is right beneath your skin The face inside is right beneath your skin
The weight of the moment so heavy in your hands They read what it says... isn't that what you want? The skin of the night is cover for the changing. Yeah
Don't say a word, just come over here I got somethin' I gotta do tonight, listen Ain't never been a man wanting anything As much as I want you The sun
ever seen this?" With a long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis Waitin' for the test results to come back from upstairs While you say your prayers And ask yourself
this day and age, we gotta be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. (Word up) Cause we are living revolutionarily. (Definitely) You cannot second guess yourself
only just arrived I caught first glimmers in hides and skins Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds You're gonna lose it all and find yourself
to lose They knew it, so they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news And cursed with skin that
run up the mountain? Lord, I went up to the top See your lover from above, run down to the valley low Listen to it ring, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Listen
smashing on her face Sweat-drops falling onto base Tied-up pulsing forehead skin Cover-girl from magazine Go to darkest hell take a puking smell Close yourself