: Heaven Give me a sign Waiting for the sun to shine Pleasure fills up my dreams And I love it Like a baby screams Its so useless How can you be proud
Say goodbye on a night like this If it's the last thing we ever do You never looked as lost as this Sometimes it doesn't even look like you It goes dark
go If this is real I have to see I turn on fire And next to me... It looks good! It tastes like nothing on earth It looks good! It tastes like nothing on
Go go go! Push him away No no no! Don't let him stay... He gets inside to stare at her The seeping mouth The mouth that knows The secret you Always
up your face When you throw out your arms And keep changing your shape Taste the taste in your mouth Taste the taste on your tongue On the film on your
I am slowing down As the years go by I am sinking So I trick myself Like everybody else The secrets I hide Twist me inside They make me weaker So
give them more and more I'll tell them anything at all I know I'll give the world and more They think I'm on my hands and head This time they're much
Heaven Give me a sign Waiting for the sun to shine Pleasure fills up my dreams And I love it Like a baby screams Its so useless How can you be proud
eyes I can never stop How it feels to be dry Walking bare in the sun Every mirage I see is a mirage of you As I cool in the twilight Taste the salt on
die Yesterday I got so old It made me want to cry Go on go on Just walk away Go on go on Your choice is made Go on go on And disappear Go on go on Away
my breath And wait until I shake... But if I had your faith Then I could make it safe and clean If only I was sure That my head on the door was a dream
regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on
of us is dying Trying to find love's cure I've waited all my life To paint these cities red The thoughts I've always had here Stuck inside my head
I mean? Aight, here's the scene You're lying on you're back with your head on the edge of the bed The booty's two feet from your head Should you A,
from? (Where do you get that funk from?) Hey, name that feeling Would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door? The big deal, heads I win
On some old school shit, roots crew represent Life's a gamble, step up and place your bets I drift through space, then make my escape on through the '
the door She said, "Welcome to the disease theres no cure for" Bitch I love you but now you gotta die I chased her through the door but she slammed it