Don't waste your time Don't let it slip away from you If it's the last thing that you do I hope the sun shows the way Don't crush my spirit today Reveal your precious stones So I can help myself I dig through bone and skull Imagine black emerald

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it Plain Jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille You gon' be the one, bust it down, I can see it Diamonds in the face

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

I'm just a girl with a crush on you But I can't make you love me Is it my life or the things I do? Can't make you love me For a chance today, it's incomparable I might be sitting with the movie stars Don't care about money It doesn't give me half the

I'm not ready to die You can't break me, crushed the Fears of yesterday While we damn the dead I'm I've stood in the dark, been Waiting all this time Trying to survive, I'm not ready to die You can't change me, barriers our trust will fade. Gone cast

Click clack You can be my piece Cause we shootin' Tell 'em all get back We shootin' them down This is my eye We untouchable uncrushable Tell them all get back Shootin' 'em down

She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream, and you crushed her plans You stupid boy Well she was

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

No love could fucking save me There's blood in my mouth and I can't see you, no If you look back right now will you see me? Yeah I'm sinking now, and there's that feeling That crushing weight, that leaves me reeling I'll see you there someday, maybe

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement