You may take my eyes, but baby I'm not blind (Say you wanted to) Spiders in my head, spiders in my mind It all works out all right You know I'm gonna be all right I am the one you left for dead You are the bullet in my head And as you stand over my grave

No one’s gonna take my soul away Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing It's innocence lost Innocence lost In the land of gods and monsters You got that medicine I need Living like Jim Morrison Fuck yeah give it to me,

Cause I (want you) I'ma go head to ride with you My baby when I get you get you get you get you Smoking lokin' poking the deja till I'm idle with you Now baby when I'm riding here I'm riding dirty Registration is out of service Smoking lokin' drinking

Are begging me to beg for you Begging me to beg for your love Baby, this is all I want 'Cause all my bones Swear I'm gonna hold your head up Swear I'm gonna break your fall Swear we're gonna last forever Say you're gonna hold my head up Say you're gonna

Two footprints, your footprints in the sand Lord knows you can't trust your head Thought you'd abandoned me and Let go of my hand But you were carrying me Carrying me to safety Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When you're standing

Last night, alone, I met the moon I saw its halo and the love around "Now take the path, don't ever lose your time Just watch the light you have inside" I watched inside and my eyes burned The moon was right Roots so deep, head so high I want to be in

'Cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, 'cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, just tell the reaper take my soul away Promise to keep up these people head, man You gotta get this fuckin' bread, man You gotta use your fuckin' head, man Steady

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then

Are you going to age with grace? Is calling out your name You always take it further Than I ever can When you fall asleep With your head Upon my shoulder When you're in my arms But you've gone somewhere deeper