vastness of self doubt I have never felt so alone So pitiful and wretched and low I'm tried by a terrible wind The misery and the pains blow Fill my
life's work - the awe striking chapel - sweet communion , I'm at inner peace" ... to drive out this parasite by self inflicted non-lethal pain... "I am
disease your intentions are unpure Corrupted by moral values Spoiled by common wealth In your race for fortune You forgot to regard your health Self
been in this emancipated state, submerged, battered and numb Just a mind scape fit for illusion to make fear into reign And fulfillment of pain, kneeling
from my evisceration my destination- where the rain meets the dust and my only separation from my pain is my trimulus and plus my self-distrust, disgust
? Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin' ourself By not bein' ourself We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time
have gained so much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops
upstairs to my collection Titians tits and grand Goyas Glower through the high stone traceries Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty souls Studied throughout my long daze Scumbled paint
the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love
Lemme tell you now I came to bring the pain Hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental based on instrumental Records
Lemme tell you now: I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain. Let's go inside my astral plane. Find out my mental based on instrumental records
might be crying but she aint shocked her son lived and died by the fucking rock and thats how the story goes everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by
number What's happenin'? Can we hook up later or something? Thank you I like the way that you don't say much And when the homies give you phone numbers
behind You slip one time you a victim of crime [Chorus: Bo Roc] Up against the trials of life, sometimes it ain't right Through all of my pain and strife
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to
group but I don't share my brother's pain Not to confuse our sentiments are all the same I just don't feel nothing, I'm numb by the will to gain Same
paint by numbers I never noticed it before, You paint by numbers it's just the closing of an open door. when you look around, you won't see me no more you paint
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction
