's a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was And there's ash in the pages now I've got myself lost I was writing to tell you that my feelings tonight
Kaledon's king will Die by my steel No way to hurt me , I feel no pain No try to kill me, I can not die I feel no mercy, I am the balance Spirit of
lay precise, a challenge met with great strike berserker Feel the double edged blade meet the soul that it takes Burn the village to a smoldering ash
off touch his Ash No more hate puddles covered with Glass the aborted birth from a Burning Bowel in a distorted earth woth Phrases I fell mazes concocting They're Not going to feel
, and my head feels light from bleeding, it's the thinning of my soul, and how it pours itself on you when you disappear, like evaporating water, as I turn from this ash
save me i can't run this time am i under a spell? fighting for my life? so far gone can't turn it round i feel buried alive i am screaming out
(Equipto) I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad the pain I'm feelin when living
, Confusion burning in road rage, Nihilistic I am feeling no pain, Don't even know my own name. No night, no day, no heart, no pain, no mind, no name
the chalk line around the scene, it's over Now it's all over I can feel my life is changing, changing I can feel my heart is jaded, jaded Left the sticks
still handlin' steel Hoppin' out the Sedan Deville, ay man just chill Leave em' alone, see niggaz never plan to feel The back-hand until they talk the
gear up for war Welcome to a time of death The eradication has begun Eyes melt into their holes As they gaze at the brilliant light Screaming in pain
had And I shouldn't have even done it, that's what made this shit sad I'm doin' bad but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it And if a nigga can't
(Dolly Parton) Like the Phoenix From the ash and dirt I rose up from the pain and hurt When I was at my very worst I found you Thought I could never
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
And the scars he will leave And the pain he inflicts Will burn out over time Make us stand out of line And the ash will break upon the shore Just like
one for me, time to meet the chef O boy! Running man is out of death Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath Is back to ash, 'now, you
'm real You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash
This touch of a lasting life Awaits an impiety of pain A life taken into its own hands Falls on countless journeys Can you feel the fallen ages? This