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Dead Eyes

I'm happy I'm sad  I'm good I'm bad I don't know why I never wondered The sky is blue but so am I Why do I still see you? The red rose flame brings memories back I keep on saying 'I'm not insane' but the tune Has stopped and there is no other creature More greedy or more corrupt

Ghetto Chance

You're stuck and brooding like insane Forget the words, forget the pain, Spend your time with your inner flame One might say it's just a game Anticipating the humane Recall her name Place the dice and keep on playing

Industrial Dust

Dustling among the many That falls down in obliteration Surrounded by other dustlings It may happen soon, What has been here Won't be here at noon. But some are certain it is not a full moon.  Yeah, the dust accumulates  In that dark tomb. 

Nipples From Hell

She dazed us with a smile I thought she was so urban but so wild! I thought the tender touch was a mesh Of heat and cool, but little did I know That underneath she was tortured And she was cruel. I picture her in mind when I grab a thorn Of rose... those nipples, That flamboyant pose...

Hard Truth

Hard work doesn't get you there Love doesn't get you there Education too doesn't get you there Only being sly and ruthless gets you there What is done is done I'm the one of that I'm aware

Corona Sucks!

I feel weak But I'm not sick And am not down I fight it back I fight to whack I hold my ground Corona sucks! We can't not eat any big Macs We rather fight for greater destiny We rather be one with liberty. 

Wordplay

Plain old tune Playing it to you Master of the rue Master of the few Money doesn't count Mommy is in doubt Why do you surround Your army underground?

Worker

Spirit in them boots Gives no reason and no fruits People tend to talk too much I belong at work in them boots as such Time passes by We are alone but we still try I stopped to wonder  And I stopped to keep on asking 'why?'

Nostalgia

London city London town Will you greet me when I'm around? Trying my best to stay on top I wish it was as easy as bunnies hop London city  London town Hope you treat me when I'm around

Succubus

The blood The tears The forbidden fears The misery of those who count The last moments before the end The memories of those who only tend The last events of men who are gone away I'm sad to wait I'm sad to say People are lost in their own dismay