Lyrics:
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
Words on a page, another song and dance
And what you chase becomes your epitaph
”He was on the radio”
Scribble your name, another autograph
Words
figured at five-to-nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
I always seem to miss it, by a little less than a minute
Think I just found a new epitaph
Things never last for long, and there's always something
like this got bad blood
And a violent absence of color
Is a violent absence of love
I wrote the epitaph
Of a split decision
Photograph
But I lack
Heaven’s Epitaph Aflame
The darkness fell, The Heavens wept
The vicious dawn, a hellish light burnt the scum on earth
God beheld his fate, Jesus
words
the last words I'll say
Read my epitaph - heed my epitaph
Light shines on my death-bed
a last wish is to write
These secrets that I give
choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect and a future gravestone
Today's a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
Update your
fellows,
Have you considered this?
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up, really?
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here
Has chance,
This guy says the horse has chance.
Valentine,
I got the horse right here.
But look at Epitaph,
He wins it by a half,
According
the Epitaph, he went to buy a half
He's got it cold in here in the Telegraph
About Rivera's fight
I guess the sport's alright
Suppose it all depends if
It rained
"freedom" as they call it, yet my mind is trapped in a stone cage
As I consume more knowledge, imagination becomes a relic of the past
Epitaph to sentiment,
Not Ready For cn Epitaph - My father needed to have a hand operation in the mid-1980's and he went to the old, now long-demolished hospital at Bridge
If i cared wether i live or died
Yeah i do
But now it's too late
The homie he done died and he never coming back
I done took his epitaph and i done
Down among the dead the wide-eyed
And the legless only half ahead
Half a mouth to laugh in the porthole
With the mold and faded epitaphs
Will
a minute fellows
Have you considered this
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up really?
But look at Epitaph he wins it by a half
According to this
to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you
Don't, try to be the one,
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
We do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
We do...
Who lies and preaches condemnation?
We do...
Who clips
Throw me into the flames
The epitaph is calling my name
Throw me into the flames
The epitaph is calling my name
Don't want to be
Don't want to be apart
Of these damned days.
This is epitaph.
That's the epitaph!
There shines crownwork of the city of dreams.
Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind!
Wind is
Cause I'm the final girl I have the last laugh ha
I'm surviving killers they're carving epitaphs
You went up the stairs but I ran out the door
I'm
farewell, it's my epitaph
We have to compel to this cursed bound
Stay your ground! Hold them back!
Pound the drums! They attack!
We are chosen few for glory
scalpel and rasp
Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume
Spilling out secrets you should take to your
(Tell me you love me)
My love, my life could be an epitaph (epitaph, epitaph)
Something to write upon my grave
(Something to write upon)
Something
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