I am your overlord Everything above and below The exodus of your will and All that you'll ever know Kings of this world The servants shall serve Slaves never free Kings of this world all that's to be All that you hear and all that you see

You're all the same You know you won't last forever A flavor of the week is how you'll be remembered No one will remember your name This place isn't meant for people like you Spouting ideals for your fans to consume You're insignificant, like an ant in

Man I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing

This one is called lovers choice Never know yuh woulda really feel so nice, love sponge I don't want to let you go With you I'm in no hurry (oh no) Lord you are lovable, kissable Desire the inevitable Without your sweet caress I'm so damn miserable Touch

This defeat is a victory We're burning out, we're fading away We're waiting for the world to save itself 'Cause nothing is built to last We're writing our epitaph So reset and start again 'Cause we all know how this ends Before long we'll be dead and

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Let me see your moves Things

Gina, I know that I felt fine But I need a helpline to kill this fever Think I'm off my head It's 25 past 10 and again I'm all alone Can't remember what I said But I bet it went something like, something like I know what I felt, would you send me a

I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop Nor will it take away the pain And I struggle to find my way I feel like this search is all in vain I reach for calm I starve for a balance unknown This burden tortures me deep in my soul I feel like

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

It's a what, it's a, it's a what And baby, we could keep going 'cause you already knowin' That you'd never stop the show until you see the lights (Woo!) And the lights ain't on right now I can't even see what's going on right now This could be our little