Acid Bath Lyrics
Acid Bath Lyrics
"Dr. Suess Is Dead Lyrics"
Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1] When you enter my house of worship Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity Y'all recognize this my man Christ album Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Co
[Verse 1] When you enter my house of worship Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity Y'all recognize this my man Christ album Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Co
Dr. seuss is dead
We await life
Dr. seuss is dead
A cloud of flies obscure the sun
A stone is dropped the dream undone
Ripples grow and ride the tide
The dead things crawl from deep inside
With its dying, sour breath
The burning smell of insect flesh
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
(Go) We are the dead next door
(It's up too loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's up too lo
Killing Me Softly With His Song (Short Version Live) Lyrics
[Lauryn - Verse One] - (Pras in parentheses) Yo! Yo! What?! I heard he sang a good song, yeah! Yo...I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! (Yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh) What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And
ud) Taste the light, inject the lord [Lauryn - Verse One] - (Pras in parentheses) Yo! Yo! What?! I heard he sang a good song, yeah! Yo...I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! (Yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh) What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And
(It's up too loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
(It's too fuckin' loud) We are the dead next door
(It's too fuckin' loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's too fuckin' loud) Taste the light, inject the lord
(It's too fuckin' loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
Motherfucker!
We await life
Dr. seuss is dead
The dream is swirling, I'm alone
Where the streets
Praising The Departure Of Spiritual Strength Lyrics
Welcome to my dearest gallery, The exhibition of my doubts... Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy, Enjoy my faded images of grief... Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world, Where wretched conquerors cringe by my feet...are paved with bone
Buildings with a hundred eyes
Watch me through the swarming flies
Behind shades pulled down tight
Things are growing without light
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
(Go) We are the dead next door
(It's up too loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's up too loud) Taste the light, inject the lord
(It's up too loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
(It's too fuckin
(It's too fuckin' loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's too fuckin' loud) Taste the light, inject the lord
(It's too fuckin' loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
Motherfucker!
The dream sea has been poisoned
The stop light flashes me red (Motherfucker!)
Innocence suffocated in its sleep
Dr. seuss is dead (Motherfucker!) (verse X2)
Dead (repeat)
He's fuckin' dead
Welcome to my dearest gallery, The exhibition of my doubts... Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy, Enjoy my faded images of grief... Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world, Where wretched conquerors cringe by my feet...
Buildings with a hundred eyes
Watch me through the swarming flies
Behind shades pulled down tight
Things are growing without light
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
(Go) We are the dead next door
(It's up too loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's up too loud) Taste the light, inject the lord
(It's up too loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
(It's too fuckin
Hello Sunny Weather Lyrics
This song is probably most notable (to me) for being very much *below* my normal singing range. The out-of-range vocals reminds me, I suppose, of 'Untitled' off of The Cure's 1989 release Disintegration, an incredible album. It works, I suppose, and th
loud) We are the dead next door This song is probably most notable (to me) for being very much *below* my normal singing range. The out-of-range vocals reminds me, I suppose, of 'Untitled' off of The Cure's 1989 release Disintegration, an incredible album. It works, I suppose, and th
(It's too fuckin' loud) Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
(It's too fuckin' loud) Taste the light, inject the lord
(It's too fuckin' loud) I cut myself again because I'm so fuckin' bored
Motherfucker!
The dream sea has been poisoned
The stop light flashes me red (Motherfucker!)
Innocence suffocated in its sleep
Dr. seuss is dead (Motherfucker!) (verse X2)
Dead (repeat)
He's fuckin' dead