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over years
Broken glass
Filled by screams

Filled by screams. Shock and sadness. Numbness. Madness

Fill my ears with your blood. Remove the Q-Tip

leering on my right side
I think I'm losing my mind
Just as I'm trying to squint my eyes
I see the night-sky turning blood red
I guess now is the time

fire
Trapped in a closed well
In a closed cell
Awaiting your date with fate
Contemplating if there's really a place with pearly gates
A heaven
Where God

decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stone designed, mind probably old as Mayans
Murder gods with my hands in a bowl like

Climbing

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

there's like 52 thousand rungs
Man don't ever hesitate to get whatever it takes to get the motherfucking job done"

(Blaze)
There is one patch made

clay, sweat, blood and tears - what they say
Unattended for years filled with dirt and disarray
A barren land, tilled with fear with a rose to grow

the blueprint is you stupid, boy I need my shares
If she say she belong to Ceej it's some cake back there

Bad bitch looking like Caresha Nia Long
I love her

no flowers 
And I belly that blood six days a week

Oh I hear her singing
“There’s a Fountain flowing for the Soul...” 
Dear Martha save that flask

plains
Endless blood fountain
A shallow grave
Where my kind is sent
Burned at the stakes
Revolution never ends
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy

At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man

It's three AM and I can't take
My hand off this knife i'm scared and alone
And all I wanna do is die
My

bloom too chose guru, got the answer that there is no room (No room)
Foreign I'm cool, not conscious with groups
Not feelin' they mood, I color the blues

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Nick Cave

Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

2008

Janet is there with her high head and hair
Full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan
In any kind of weather
I crawl over to her

in the mail he got the message
My ambition as a rider been filled up with drugs and violence
Fuck the DEA they keep on tryna' take all my narcotics
I

a fountain fouled
Is the upright person trembling before the wicked
The majestic investigator, overwhelmed by the glory
Lacking self-control, is a defenceless

the faucet
Suicidal Gossip 
Fill the living room with moving boxes and toxins
It's awesome

I feel like I'm in a caged sun
Fuck all my Days 
What
Jars filled

to the Lord by reason of my affliction
Hear my cry from your holy mountain plead blood from your fountain dispersed at the crucifixion
Peep my pulp non fiction

on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score

on Troupeville Road

Here as the sun washes over your face if only for a little while
There we were once in the madness
Over the way there's a wife filled with

Escape from Robot Island

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

quadruple barreled, 
Quiver filled with acid arrows. 
LARS: There was a chainsaw that we found, 
Like Ash we wielded it around. 

We used it like a robot

I'm, From, North West London, South of England
Cultures British. Browns the pigment
My blood line, starts in Gujurat
Got a business mind and I got

The Oracle

Forgive Durden

Razia's Shadow: A Musical

2008

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this. 
The soul's filled with vacancy. 
You've spoiled all the crops and seed. 
This was a birth,

I'm in a trance and there's blood
Is that my blood? H-hold on a minute
You see I've worked every day since I was 18
I've toured everywhere from
Japan

through my dreams
Out into the darkest morning
Past the blood-filled streams
Into the garden of Jane Delawney

Personal investigation-based observations
Are

What now? I'm hearing crickets as my response
Eyes closed with only a ticking rhythm
My wrist watch
Tick tock
Seconds sliding past I feel it rip