No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming of the dead as if death death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world Synapse's slipping

Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back A white light

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

I'd never shed a tear! I'd rather be anywhere, anywhere, Anywhere but here! If there was no tomorrow, If there's no tomorrow, I don't claim to have the reasons! All I know is, if the world stops spinning tomorrow, Would you stay, the same?! If the world

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

This is my last serenade This revelation is the death death of ignorance Tangled in a state of suffocation Slave to self righteousness Damnation is on your lips From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution, From sorrow to serenity, its on your head I feel

Running under cover of the moonlight Shadow death death row. At the night we're Running wild with no hope for tomorrow No tomorrow As we're walking through the fire, That burns within us all. If ya want to take A glance to the blaze of pain, you'll never Be

Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? They want the deeds to my fruit of labor Every time I turn around Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown Ten million was the last check Devil wanna deal a nigga death death or debt They want to own every thing I own

Fuck what happens tonight, I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, Death Death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys