If I fell in a lake, would you dive in Or stand there and gape? And if I drowned, would you jump Or would you let the water burst in my lungs? Well,
for gods... Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres. These spheres make so your fate. Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes.
to burn buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? every day ozone getting layered every way life is getting worse everybody's lung
White trash heaven in your home town I can't stand it out on the lake Let's gather 'round the 'ol oil drum And twist up a thumb of shake House a kit
It?s only human to wonder why it?s only animal to do it It?s only animal to run along the rocks And move along instead of talk It?s only human to wonder
medicine and I don't need the sparrow in my art (heart?)" When I'm covered by the thunder I get rid of all your breath deep in my lungs Splayed in the
, make no mistake the voices were calling them from under the lake. Come down to Lake Pontchartrain... Come down to Lake Pontchartrain... Come down to Lake Pontchartrain... Come down to Lake
eyes, Paint runs from your mouth, Like a waterfall, And your lungs crystalize I'll travel the sub-zero tundra, I'll brave glaciers and frozen lakes,
this life in vain. [Solo] In the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake, toward the reflection of the moon. The night-colored liquids arresting my lungs
beneath the water I watch it cascade down your chest You rise upon the wave As if it's molded to your breast If I could be a stream that feeds this lake
from the top of my lungs. But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me. I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs. But I'm afraid that someone
apartment in the city, I always stay out late, Always burning out the window, at the stars above the lake, I breathe out Chicago like its the last thing in my lungs
and tell the boss to kiss my ass, You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button, I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin, (
is change with that....its the shape of things to come Yo I'm the open-est emotions I'm a river in straight A crystal clean lake Yo the essence of skin
Rosy cheeked are the meek. Convulsing so delicate. While making love to the drink. Inhale the effluvium of the blue-blooded void iron-lung. Exhale the
and over I?m gonna see her face On that day, by the lake dying. I pray to God, bring back that day I am a waste of the air in my lungs. Stay far from
beneath this lake is where my heart belongs. But you don't care at all You wouldn't even smile if I were screaming as the water filled my lungs, oh my
shake We shine and get paid When this shit gets made [Casual] Hey I lie, I can't tell you none (uhuh not me nigga) Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs