a dead man over my shoulder All dressed up with nowhere to go Walking with a dead man over my shoulder Waiting for an invitation to arrive Going to a
where you've been denied I'm the M A R, the Q U I S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here
I need to hit her with a brick But that'll only lead me to a worse predicament I hope your girlfriend ain't got you on a liquor binge With her bitter
been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel
be dead but I'm a set you free 'Cause every drop that I bled is so that you will see That it was shed for you to be with Me eternally" The other thief
signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a
the locksmith makes strong bolts To bar his gates to every new breeze that blows Shall I now put lion's ears upon my ears? Hear every sound as a roar
one off, knowledge I'll let some off 'Cause nowadays everybody's a killer And as for me, no other MC is iller But still a thorn scrapes my heart When
What light pass those pious heights? What passing bells for these in their trucks? For you lord. You are the flag-bearer of these nations One against the other
I?m a set you free Cuz every drop that I?ve bled is so that you would see That it was shed for you to be with me eternally The other thief he just laughed
ve been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just
a rose you get pricked by a thorn And it don't feel nice, when you wake up nights Shakin' in cold sweats and your whole life's a wreck That was the old
Thorns pierce your eyes Clinging to the lie Every second of your agony - he died for you? Whores of the illusion Forced on built in just fresh from the
truth What light pass those pious heights? What passing bells for these in their trucks? For you lord. You are the flag-bearer of these nations One against the other
