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just to get by
I spread my wings I can fly, she spread her thighs watch my dive
Demon all in my eyes, you see my smoke I’m on fire
I got diamonds in my

Call me when you're ready, put the makeup on the shelf
Love to be impatient when you hold me by the stem 
Hold the flames and shoot them if I only

to devour from the inside out

Reign over me king of omission
Gaze of my own defeat
Drowned in abhorrence

All that I touch, all that I love, turns to dust

eagle's wings

My heart was heavy in the valley down below
My soul was empty, void of love
My sight was clouded by the dust the world did blow
I set my mind

Do you promise

Assembly line and a manufactured brain
Brought up amongst a herd and you are all the same

Cynical then sweet; you kept me on my feet

4. Godfather

Mesmerize my existence 
No one knows and never will
Ignorance brought me pleasure 
So the seven deadly sins

Hear me and my calling

Ulalume

Jeff Buckley

Closed on Account of Rabies: Tales of Edgar Allan Poe

1997

for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in

overwhelmed and held by you

The rain will turn to dust
The clouds will still at your feet
Thats what I see when I stand in your grace
You take my shame

enrolled in pigeon philosophy
One oh one, why don't you tell me mister know it all
I'm not the one letting my open mind withdrawal
What do even mean by that?

goblin don't resort to robbin
Cuz' I'm in puttin in work yea I'm gettin' that bread
Even when I'm hanging by a thread I still put forward my best foot
Take

Way way back then
Back years ago
I was given four names
By which I’d be known
And I knew not then
Still don’t know now
How to live by this name
How

I'm at my home on own
I got angels all around me when I sit on my thrown 
So that makes me the king
The new kind with golden crest on my ring 
Shining

of shiny Stacey Adams
I'm gon' pull myself up by my wingtips and look good doing it
I'm the double talking, double consciousness of Du Bois
and the glorious,

The Morning

Raekwon

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,

recognize
And I'll recognize you
Bet I'd recognize you
Sense in my forehead and love in my chest
Levels affected by what I ingest
Though I fly by the wings

From 15 shades of dog's dust
We fell in fields of flowers
Felt like dancing in the dusk
But didn't have the power now we had a place
It wasn't much,

asked for less
I feel like a hero with this S on my chest
Surrounded by the crest but with no time to rest
Cause I'm lookin at this game and I still ain't

Dead London

Jeff Wayne

The War of the Worlds

1981

There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed,

blood like it tastes of love
Am I a shell of what I left?
A saint forever marked by the devil's crest
Hands around my throat praying for a breath

luck
I move for my own when I become stuck
You can tell by my walls my patches get rough
But enough is enough

I'll spend my last dollar to finish this

of a beautiful color paper hat

I'm thinking of a number from one to home
One ridiculous tenement with no
Wings to spread i'm home again inside my
Box of cardboard

A Cinema Spine

Before Braille

The Rumor

When all the bodies fall will they shun the light
And dust their feet on brittle stone
And all this time is wasted on an assembly line
To keep things

mommy Bravado disappears Forgetting all of my orders What am I doing here?  Clouding smoke and dust Screams build to a roar Portrait of pure hell Painted

Storm the Beaches: Prologue/Eisenhower's Letter/Able Company/Baker Comp

Fozzy

Sin and Bones

all of my orders
What am I doing here?

Clouding smoke and dust
Screams build to a roar
Portrait of pure hell
Painted on the shore

Bobbing