Cause they disappear in the light Cause they look a lot like mine And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid Just walk like you're never alone Baby, I don't I, I need you to understand I don't mind your shadows And I don't mind your shadows And I don't

Returning of the miracles It's my own requiem The jester's tears They are inside me Agony's the script for my requiem Is the script already written Jester's tears I cry Hallowed be the fatherland

Until you use me up Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up My friends feel it's their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff Is I want to spread the news that if it

(Raise up to your ability) Focus on your ability Gain again what they want to steal Got shackles on my wings on tight Beggin' makin' compromise Fast enough it's hard to hide Sometimes I want to disappear Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha

False alarm (hey, hey, hey, hey) False alarm (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) She loves everybody Can't you tell by the signs? She gets off all the time It's a dark philosophy And it haunts her constantly She's a false alarm Bathroom stalls for the powder nose

Unleash the breath that damned wicked soul Make the sacrifice for good An omen passed the flame through the night Benefit the figures face without thorns Gaze upon thy gate A spirit finds a light Embrace it with its burning tears Howling, crawling,

Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't bet

With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all So dog, just know, for real I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes On everything Hey, say pimp, This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,

The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin) Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run For a body - now it's time to stash the guns