Vārdi:
Pain Play Dead

loves No light no air to live in A place called hate The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And hurting stops It's sometimes

loves No light no air to live in A place called hate The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And hurting stops It's sometimes

We both lie silently still In the dead of the night Although we both lie close together We feel miles apart inside Was it something I said or something

I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands

leads to aggravation and dismay Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch Now you're player haten, but that's the wrong game to play I light

I would rather be a Has Been than a Never Was The public is funny They love you one minute In the same breath, they hate you your old news Then they beg you to play

to him for answers and he answers all and the bell tolls on inside the castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at

peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimmin' in eternal fire Broads play

we fall, nigga and hard We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain Just play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail, you play