must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Could equal or surpass the art of dying
light, windows tinted, 35 percent Breakin ya neck, to see who's in it What is my intent? Trying to live, without the nonsense You dying to give {Tiye
and are chased by them you're trying to commit suicide you're satisfied with your prologue now your painting your first chapter black you are putting the scraps of life together and trying
hoping that i find the key to unlock this door. And you know that i'm trying, To make my way through the art of dying, And i'm trying so hard to find
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
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
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
art of breathing sadness all around. And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, I thought I could stop myself from lying, For trying is that ancient art
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