We are all dying there's no sense in trying no way you can stop it no way Death comes to you when you're an early son Then he walks beside you all the
Oi! Nineteen nineties and the nazis are back Family burnt out in an arson attack Children lying in hospital dying of their burns It's about time that
improved Patent pending Place a curse on the hearse were driving Cut the brake lines, end up dying Glad to be traumatically Against the ropes lost all hope trying
I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying
innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
with advice I provide My time has arrived, my words are bona fide The haters are implying that the rap game is dying You may have given up but don't hate me for trying
chased by them You're trying to commit suicide You're satisfied with your prologue Now you're painting your first chapter black You are putting the scraps of life together and trying
and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to
you ain't that tough I'm pulling your mask off As soon as you act up You know what i came for A peace of the game or Art till the readers Buy ass long
non believer plagued by diseased why? Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain Hand on heart keep alive in dying art Pick it up dust it down
give up your seven to five, just to stay alive Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this
herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
rather travel light I'm of this kind that kills all day but I don't know yet how to die Art of dying, is the way to let all go Within I practice in
I die for the cause? Does the cause live through me? Am I dying? Could a cure give me life or could life be the cure? Are you trying? . Racing to
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying