Fixation on the darkness that engulfs this world Drain the life force of our people, Change, change, fixation on the darkness that engulfs this world Drain the life force of our people Return to the womb (new life) lay your head to rest (mercy) To give

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

For the girl You’ll be fine if you try To keep your eyes on the consolation prize And you’re going down hard for the girl ‘Cause this is life and it’s alright Taking detours in your mind It’s all a part of the plan when you’re lost in the world See you

This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling Who the fuck wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the

Highway of emptiness outside the burning world, Rise again this quest for our salvation, Running faster, the savage laughter, the daylight fades away, Nothing left but the life we left behind, Ever searching the hidden faces, the inside, Broken by down

At the Cold Spot RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was crickets, minnows and kerosene It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer A hole in the wall

Red, red planet Turn it up on your red planet Blow me out of this world tonight, Show me I'm your girl tonight, Give me all your love tonight, In your heart, I found mine Fill me with your life In your eyes I see truth I'm so connected to you

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will

Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation Ya ever feel like

You could be anything in this world Momma said, you could be anything in this world But of all things in this life you could pick to be You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me Of all things you could pick to be You sure look like a bitch to me