no good There is no light now up ahead no open arms wait To live long and prosper was not my fate The line that holds you tight to life is a thin one
The wind pulls me around And everything it touches turns weak An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you
have joy. Well I'd like to take time to set the record straight. All the joy I've ever known has disappeared... (Brother Ali) Uh, into motherfuckin' thin air
eyes) If the sun is on its way then we will never die And we'll follow these tracks to the sight Now the lungs collapse and the air is getting thin All
along the edges of precious child fantasy broken hi, my name is hazardous tobaccanist im on the brink im purgin dirt and spit my lung in the sink as
it, this is it This is all that I have All I can stand Is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand" That you tossed in the air And I fell, and
dead enough The air is thick, but the oxygen's thin My heart is beating like a drum And ice is flowing through my veins Explosives on my lips and in my lungs
or twice You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. Well, I wish you'd keep quiet, Imaginations run riot, In these paper-thin
on chrome metal hooks offer no warmth at all My gooseflesh skin begins to cake with frost Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs I scream for
I am through holding my breath as my lungs breathe for you The air is too thin inside this room I need this like the water in my lungs The drowning
Gasping for air, descending quickly down the harsh ravaged slope (you) won't look behind Fear drives you continue on, although your chest burns with pain
't much matter down in the mine Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin That's the way of life for the minin' man His lungs are weak his back is
Tongues are clacking words of one vision One tiny incision and teeth are cracking On thin air, on thin air And teeth are cracking on thin air Pulled
it seem you always have joy?" Well, I'd like to take time to set the record straight.. All the joy I've ever known Has disappeared - in the motherfuckin thin air
5 mics, problem is I'm unsigned hyped Fuck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no fucking appeal I bet you my left lung they can't fuck with
a flame You smoke out of this you wont feel the same Living in the Rocky Mountains Makes me feel alive Getting stoned with friends The air is really thin
child is a woman, resting in peace. Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs... And heavy are the
the weight of the world holding me back. its time to stand up and walk! the higher i climb, the air gets so thin, so thin! but your love is my lungs