victory draws closer as death caves in around me.the cracks in your face reveal everything i thought was true.the lies of me and you.the song quickens pace.the race of time taking ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
there is no question of my faith.this beginning ending life.there is a black and white divide, fine line of gray inside.destroying all my self belief.ending quickly.i want to kiss ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
i'm justified, i'm sanctified in you, i'm nothing less.torn apart inside myself.a dripping, bloody mess.i need your love, your strength to guide.facing life renewed.each day in you...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
something so unreal beyond definition became reality in me.upon conception of Your will in my heart, i began.Your will conceived in me, giving me new life.boldness, i stand upright...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
was it worth it?did you ever think it was?a waste of breath, with words of intolerance.a strike against us, in your ignorance.what matters is you're here and now.tomorrow will take...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
crash triggers clinging chokers, choking victory dry.don't panic simply, randomly."so what", she has alzheimers.mathmatically epileptic.if she don't wet her pants first.the problem...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
some people believe such stupid lies.how can you not see?studying the word each day, but you still manage to deceive.the masses feel good raised here.that's why they believe mass h...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
A quick glance forward
Only lends a hard hand backwards
Leaning not on self alone
Yet feeling sufficient for life giving forces
Recklessness ends all possibility of future
In this ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
the need to realize.shot, shot, shot, blank.staring down the barrel of my arm.shot, shot, shot, dead.it's over, drawn black.shot, shot, shot, red.no restrictions.sucking eyes inwar...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss
Your substantial credibility
Isn't much a part of me
A spreading sickness, poor in taste
No sense of reality
Following the newest trend, it's cutting edge
So you pretend to believe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ninety Pound Wuss