entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under the Tropical Sun And gave birth to children in your cries I am born to die. I am born to die. I am born
a Bowl of Germs Pictures of fields without fences... Shangri La... and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs (don't get scared dad...) after all god loves
your breath We're running short on air Ambulance, resuscitate At the edge, you see clearly I was dead Now I'm back to life And love is a fragile thing
edge on the bars of my play-pen Hoped to arrest the swift passage of time As though by some chance I could recreate Eden Apple pie? Lovely! My hopes
I'm the one who spatupon christ while I nailed him to the cross I stood at the edge of the world and watched it burn I've made love to Elisabeth Bathori
made even the slightest fragment of sense to me That's real... Simply put I don't know what happened, or what's still happening I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge
Now, we go hard shit till the edge That?s a good question though, see I don't understand Why they would think what they thinking about It's just not the case though I love
[I] Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you
life 'Bout to get fame, more love since the World Trade Born tender, the opposite of a winner 'Member when we used to eat grilled cheese for dinner Peace to Jagged Edge
bathing in sunlight never to end Shapes of angels visions of grace Promised love and delight Let me be, let me be At the edge of Heaven There at the edge
on it, 'cause you know that I want it God, gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it Life is a song, you were born to perform it Let's drink the Cristal
strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love
last generation of planet earth has come to a point where they cannot breed anymore. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one
meh Ubin mehta); still others say "bullshit, honey, it was just another greasy guy who happened to be born next to the frozen beef pies at boney'
a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle /
And the articulation In our elbows and knees Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase As the audience admires And the little white dove Made with love, made with love
a circle Baggin' while you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin' Assassin' with the millimeter roars of a dragon Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end And for the love
