wheels for wings. Cranes loom like gallows overhead, and the setting sun paints the sky blood red. But outside it's exactly how I want it to be. We'
, I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned Pennies
bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather
) (This is, is all a war, as it is, so shall it be) (If being is what it's about, I is) (If being is what it's about, I is) (What goes up, has to come
't know how to make it understood That a lot of black movies have been tampered by Hollywood So it's important, take the name and date and step Research it
sensational, it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the milky way to your hershey's kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it The bedroom, we lose calories in it
killing you, is it the demon inside? My God, you're turning blue, a suffocating lie You're all I've got, you're all I've got And to wake up, she fucks the pain
(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos won
, the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for
going to live it, going to bend her to the limit. Chorous: It's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / Even though it's a little dirty, it
wings free you CHORUS BRIDGE Do you follow your dreams Do you follow your bliss Do you hold out your heart for the ultimate kiss If you live your life in black
letter You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday morning Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning Flows be bangin' in the paint
hearts, broken doors. Dying on a hotel floor. Because of a small black box you couldn't receive. I'll drive you home tomorrow in silence. My sister will return it
. It is our rapture to see such agony In the eyes of weakness. For where we dwell, here in this black inferno Bliss is a response not made by exhilaration
hour Ignorance is the enemy And it fills your head with lies It?s the kind of bliss that can make you miss The very truth before your eyes It?s not
I am lonely-I am not alone. We are together. Pleasure concomitant with pain. Joy and sorrow intertwine on life's verdant tendrils. Ever so black. Dull
Howard's glasses I'm "Stern!" plus I rule with an iron fist With no concern, it's so cruel, where did I learn this? It's in my gene pool. For permanent bliss It
pain, it's so wack You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just cheesy It's the 311 bliss
