Nothing I call love can clear away the clouds To see beauty, to live under the light of you Nothing I call love can clear away the clouds From this cold
With every act, with eyes, and all of my being From what is left of me and every dream That I still hope to share with only you What once was will never
I can't believe the things you said to me I never will relive that painful journey So the fortress of discontent I build And then with your destructive
I leave this secret with you Think of it what you will I've never felt so empty This place has drained me This place I could never hate more I tried to
Through the stains in my mind I put the past to rest Forget the cold years lie And walk into forever Standing in the presence The days now bleed away
It haunts me that my pain pours out in symphony When measures and harmony can rip my insides out My passion is the blood that drips from open wounds Best
Now open your eyes Broken mirrors don't make anything beautiful Forget what you thought was right Little boy, you know your scars And you know they speak
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Broken wings surround Shelter me in your embrace Your feathers have burned Specks of ash cover your solemn face Your elegant eyes are merciless As the
Tonight in your eyes, I saw your fire die There will be dreams to replace what fell apart There will be hope to mend a child's broken heart Promises of
ve never been a confederate guy So when I die, I look God dead in the eye He said I got a room for you and a bed in the sky But y'all can't get no capital
me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue tap, got you
sky too is moving over you And it's all over now, baby blue Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you Forget about the dead
They should have seen what the old men knew They should have shut us down When the hail fell to the ground From a cloudy sky of baby blue Three o'clock
am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There
Here Are my place and time And here in my own skin I can finally begin Let the century pass me by Standing under night sky Tomorrow means nothing I was
3 - Spider Loc] I don't know nothin' 'bout jumpin' out splittin' homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Blue moon sinkin' from the weight of the load And the buildings scrape the sky Cold wind rippin' on the valley at dawn And the morning paper flies Dead
