by my side Having no one to share my time Having no one to confide You were the answer The answer to my dreams You filled me with laughter But only in my
) Madchild: Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer
the seasons in a song I could paint for you A picture with a swirling world of color But I couldn't really give to you The brush strokes of my mind
Dream, dream, cream, cream Legs open, I'm in between You squelch and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig My lee, my con, crown me
store for your brutal massacre Better sign a death note As the wicked man fear make a bargain for your soul In a portrait of a serial killer living
he's flashing at your friends This is the lifestyle, baby Know and sip the recipe Not a single innocuous side up in the centerpiece Oh my god Journalists
' mats I remember them days, it was hard bein' black Welfare checks and government cheese Take your family in portrait, everybody smile say cheese And it's a wonder how I kept my
in a song I could paint for you A picture with a swirling world of color But I couldn't really give to you The brush strokes of my mind And in my ticker
hard that my stomach bleeds, cut open my sleep and live what it means to dream (dream) I ?m the mute poet with a dictionary of a thousand words, a crippled hand, a
's flashing at your friends This is the lifestyle, baby Know and sip the recipe Not a single innocuous side up in the centerpiece Oh my god Journalists
a painting A picture that everyone I know will see Bribery for that money My friends don't have some chance to carry... After a failure you assemble my own self-portrait
Madchild:] Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer
for your brutal massacre bitch is like a death note as the wicked man fear make a bargan for your soul in a portrait of a cereal killa livin or dead try
my chambers I stare that pale knife with greed It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment's ashes; it is a dream No tears to give
We'll live our dreams and hear the screams of all our fans adorin And find a wife and build a life and have a son and daughter And once I'm there I swear
my chambers I stare that pale knife with greed It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment's ashes; it is a dream No tears to give for
