Sometimes it hurts me ti think about why I still show my face around this place where all I see are things that I disapprove of. But i can see some comfort
Sometimes it hurts me ti think about why I still show my face around this place where all I see are things that I disapprove of. But i can see some
star reflections scalping a diamond destiny Dynasty of the slanted crushed black velvet and safire Psycho circuits of carnage that's unbelievably evil Blood trickling temper of pure
That keep you back down in the lower world Your mirrors of understanding they need cleansing Polish away the dust of desire Before pure light will reflect
Won't you stop, take a breath Find a moment to reflect On the pure and simple choices That we fail to see From the worst to the best From the East Coast
still Lie still Rage engulfs my very being A holy fire burns in your mind God is perceived as a thing that's so vile End lives of pure men, and their
that the scars were too many To count and let go because hate is part of you So what happened to the innocent face you once knew? Now it's just a reflection
And a striving for a pure dedication I Find myself looking for the exit sign See your pretty face in the sunshine In the morning after staying up
of the time humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehood were either too close to our image to stay objective in our perception, or too
re pure intangible love You asked what I found in you I burn inside myself While the tempest returns It's been years I would say The night has lived too
plans. Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible. Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make em' vegetables just to let em know that the course tastes pure
as I watch you... When you move, I move too, But is this you or me who moves? Who are you and who's the reflection? Crush a crack, feel the connection
, as time goes by He's looking out his window, see some people outside With dark clothes and dark shades And all around is pure clouds packing rain He
reflection A sin to taste revisitation But all these walls have right angles And all these thoughts are pure triangles Don't hold me up for too long
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Between an overload of information And a striving for a pure dedication I Find myself looking for the exit si-i-ign See your
better to do with my mind Crazy times no rhythm too hard Deep corners and people with my time Overground in joy, in clouds sunlit Snow untouched make pure
scrutiny. Reflect on what you say. Connected indirectly, Perfect in every way. Aware of every movement. Commit to memory. Not easy to ignore but Too easy
?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding? "What's Going On" Mother, mother, There's too many of you crying, Brother, brother, brother, There's far too
