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Make A Mark
03:06
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I took a stroll on the evil side
Let my judgment hide, and indulged
Leaving an ugly scar inside
Regret, but yet, that excites me
Eating my thoughts, it ignites me back to a fire
Where I set my demons free
Go and make a mark I’ll always see
Silently mirrored to who I was thought to be
Feed my angel, a sly hint of jealousy
Give doubt, to who has control of me
Locking it in the twisted game that pains
Cold inflates your veins
And it ponders, to mold your flesh once more
Oh poor, control, you’ve been broken
Now below, who is certain what will become
Of this unstable state were in
Go and make a mark I’ll always see
Silently mirrored to who I was thought to be
Feed my angel, a sly hint of jealousy
Give doubt, to who has control of my bones
Though it troubles I, will get by
We all have those secrets that, just won’t die
Days keep on ticking as, time will tell
If I hold to my truth or fall back to my hell
©Jluna2014
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Old Monk Rum
02:43
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I wake up to Manali hash
The lady down the street supplies my stash
And I take time when getting up
Especially if the girls got a perky butt
Old Monk Rum you’ve made my time
“Take me off the shelf” oh yes I see you
All those nights you raped my mind
And I don’t regret a thing.
Safety first was not applied
Two AM downtown Mumbai
Mugged by cops in just two blocks
AK in my face he cut to the chase
“Seems your having to much fun, sipping that sweet old monk rum”
“Take my cash, leave my face, and I don’t regret a thing”
Ecstasy and LSD
We all trip out cause we are family
Old Monk Rum lets see the sun
Lie down and wonder where our flip-flops are.
©Jluna2014
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Flirt
04:36
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Luscious lips
Lend me your kiss
Gentle touch
Seduce my helpless crush
You’re a flirt
I think your dirt
You’re a flirt
I think your dirt
Long lost breath
Torn from my chest
Little trick
I seen you spreading your spit
You’re a flirt
I think your dirt
You’re a flirt
I think your dirt
Twisted smile
I love this sexy style
Let me play
Cause once I have you I’m gunna through you away
Luscious lips
Lend me your kiss
Gentle touch
Seduce my helpless crush.
©Jluna2014
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Serial Killer Sweetheart
03:25
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I’m so alone
All I want is some company
Nobodies home,
So I must go out and roam
Cause I’m sick, and I don’t wanna be fixed
Yes I’m sick, and I don’t want to be fixed, no
Take to the streets
My vibe reflecting these holes in my shoes
Lipstick smeared to her cheek
Nibbles my ear with a whisper
Said, help me I’m sick
And I don’t want to be fixed
Yes I’m
Sick, and I don’t want to be fixed no
First some liquor let’s numb this pain
Bring me in
Lay me down, slit my throat and drink the sound
Chop the meat
Clean the bones, bathe in life when it’s unsewn
When the deed is done the victims run
Leaving the buttons of a heart so wearily undone
Still my thoughts drip back to you
No one else has hurt so true, please one more bite
Lets join the serial killer sweethearts of the night.
©Jluna2014
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5. |
Took the Hook
01:59
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Did you ever find?
That a girl kidnapped your mind, left it blind
Completely out of line
Four months then a text
You turn a drunken mess
Ecstatic to confess, how are you?
She never texted back.
Chilly baby, so chilly.
Did you ever find?
That a girl kidnapped your mind, left it blind
Completely out of line
Sitting waiting breaking slow
Making nowhere, the place to go
And finally
Well I’m here to tell you baby girl
That I’m through with all your shit
And it feels so good, so good
I’m here to tell you baby girl
That I’m through with all your shit
And it feels so good, so good
You been fishing a patient game
Catch and release with my ongoing shame
So I took that hook out
And it feels so good
I took the hook out and it feels so good
I took that hook out, and it feels so good
I took the hook out and it feels so good
I took that hook out, and it feels so good
Feels so good, yeah.
©Jluna2014
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