This I swear Waiting for the one The day that never comes When they stand up and feel the warmth Love is a four letter word Born to push you around Better just stay down You pull away He hits the flesh

Looking at the blank river of my life Staring out with the evil to my lies Keep the promise if you ever will Just say the word, just kill go kill Trapped in the light like nothing was wrong Put the words where I don't belong Now hear the fallen angel

I'll never really find those perfect words For something more than just, good-bye Its hard to remember good times When there is just so much heart ache They deserve more than that. It's is of more than just one single moment of sadness To just remember

Back to beautiful Get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh Gotta, get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? We gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

Honey you're familiar Like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from eden Just to sit outside your door Babe, there's something tragic about you

No surrender unchained and free Insanity will lead to blind destruction Crush the evil, the foul disease Fight till the end we will die by the sword Light the fires of freedom, on the shores of endless seas Wings of glory guide us, on the path to victory

We can see where things go naturally Just say the word and I'll part the sea It's alright Just come over here and sit next to me Yeah, it's alright Yeah it's over, it's over I'm circling these vultures Got me praying, man this hunger Feeling something

To the ground Come and lay, help us lay And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge

Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say? 'Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me You wait, I wait, casting shadows,