The Magic Mark - "Gorgeous" Collection - Part 1/30
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:01 am
i stay in a daze, thinking of the ways to behave
when meeting new people just turn into new faces you hate
im faced with a day, i'll hafta make a change to this faze
i know i'll spray with an A. Today?...I just gotta pray its delayed..
i cant help feelin' violent thoughts, of wilin' off
so bodies will have more lead than skin, n' they piled aloft
my styles just gor-geous, killin's just a hobby, is all..
im gonna pop in the door, you cant hurt me, you couldn't stop me befor'
visions of you cradlin' your mum's head, and her body is gone
what can i say, should i cry? say im sorry im born?
shit!..people need people to be appauled with
like a dad, who's teenage son's an alcoholic
who chugs the tonic, neat.... till he vomits
then realises there vod in his sick, so he wipes in a glass, n' bombs it
im just being honest, the world im seein's godless
the recipe for disaster is done, stop squeezin' garlic
the sense of helpfuless, is fallin' like bungee's
a shake of the hand for greetin', soon replaced by a gun's squeeze
i seen children impaled-on nail-bombs, show me something that stuns me..
or give me a reason for livin'..... just one.....please....
i need.. some type of medical care
fuck the church.. i need somewhere better than there..
if im a freak?.. i wouldn't do what the priest and reverend's dare
ask the kid who got molested.. about their maelevolent stare
i'll forever repair, mother earth, give her soothin' healing
remove her of her cancer, of human being's
screw the greetin's, i say lets put the world on its vile knee's
and do to it, what'd make hiroshima, look like a child's sneeze..
..
when meeting new people just turn into new faces you hate
im faced with a day, i'll hafta make a change to this faze
i know i'll spray with an A. Today?...I just gotta pray its delayed..
i cant help feelin' violent thoughts, of wilin' off
so bodies will have more lead than skin, n' they piled aloft
my styles just gor-geous, killin's just a hobby, is all..
im gonna pop in the door, you cant hurt me, you couldn't stop me befor'
visions of you cradlin' your mum's head, and her body is gone
what can i say, should i cry? say im sorry im born?
shit!..people need people to be appauled with
like a dad, who's teenage son's an alcoholic
who chugs the tonic, neat.... till he vomits
then realises there vod in his sick, so he wipes in a glass, n' bombs it
im just being honest, the world im seein's godless
the recipe for disaster is done, stop squeezin' garlic
the sense of helpfuless, is fallin' like bungee's
a shake of the hand for greetin', soon replaced by a gun's squeeze
i seen children impaled-on nail-bombs, show me something that stuns me..
or give me a reason for livin'..... just one.....please....
i need.. some type of medical care
fuck the church.. i need somewhere better than there..
if im a freak?.. i wouldn't do what the priest and reverend's dare
ask the kid who got molested.. about their maelevolent stare
i'll forever repair, mother earth, give her soothin' healing
remove her of her cancer, of human being's
screw the greetin's, i say lets put the world on its vile knee's
and do to it, what'd make hiroshima, look like a child's sneeze..
..