For and against I'm dead in between these rescued and quiet To me this is everything We walk like a phantom, Our voices a whisper, Running with angels
I can't seem to find my place, who I am in this room There's so much wrong here But you have made a flame, Lit match inside this place I can't trust
Here in this moment, You're forming me from miray clay Your making me Your raising this up in me where I was made Your stirring this up in me, like
s all that I can do not to tear it all to blue Over so apart Hope is on our side We rise, we stand in red tonight We stand with red on our side We stand
Oh, tear me from the fire The gave has no song Tear me, from this fire With an outstretched arm Heart destroyed by fear, and what I fear befalls me I
in me Behind the shadow of a tear, Tastes like a wooden cross Your life is in your hands, But it will cost you everything The more the words, The less they mean
What to say, What price you paid when melodies break these walls So much to say, What blood to shed My violence shakes, and I turn away What blood to
and death to me I've been brought out of the grave, And you've kept us alive We roll like rain You are burned inside of me We swim in the deepest red
Take me with you I lose myself in winds and whispers I walk for peace, but I run for divorce Could we be desirable? Truth on dying lips In this case
cats say Grace Y'all cats is steady sayin', ?Word?, my niggas is steady yellin', ?Zeen? Half the time we talkin' about 'More times You don't even know what 'More times' means
man born or woman harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your army Though I?m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this
sky I caught her here in my arms Well life was pretty peachy things were really keen All the sudden that ol? gal got mean Her wings fell off she started turnin? red
We're doing our own thang We're doing our own thang We're doing our own thang Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout
have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin', red
broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that
it in your butt ...and glue it shut This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something ...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it
