Trust on this hill is a fucking joke Built on constriction and loaded words They have their own agenda, have their own plan Power loves power at the
: [50 Cent] The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Heh-heh, yo, yo, yo The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Some work a nine to
: The clientele: Your kin and friends taking their bodies in and trading them for ends. We took our bodies and we put them up to fend against their bodies
let them be crying, with the blood in my hands. Valentine, the ruins are no place for you to play. They'll kill you if you come back here again, The ruins
i know that [chorus] i'll be falling from the trees turning into sand scattered by your hand again i'll bloom prefixed by the tune [?] up among the ruins
: Love lies in ruin love lies in ruin love lies in ruin love lies in ruin leave if you won't if you can't decide leave if you believe in paradise and
In the distant piercing light There goes your silhouette Right into the heart of the sky I couldn't dream for a second it would be so easy Wake up,
got a dollar, well I got some change, 4 or 5 quarters I can?t buy one thing 99 cent store get a loaf of bread, then I call this other freak so I can try
[50 Cent] The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Heh-heh, yo, yo, yo The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Some work a nine to five
What's left for me? When all my life revolves around regrets And every thought is a rod piercing my heart. Of the dreams I once had only ruins remain
I need to know who I am and what I'm going to do while I'm on earth I need to understand everything and everybody's lives I need to get up tomorrow
a new mark in this wet sand. Enjoy the bland mundane circumstance that led us to this staring match. Breathe deep within my own collapse. Ruin it, Ruin them, Ruin
Nulle part quelques part, perdu dans tous les bars pour approcher l'illusoire et chercher la nouvelle l'endroit qui nous appelle pour la quete existentielle
You promised me things had changed , things had changed don't worry about a thing my trust has been disposed thrown away put this down to experience
you don't know what i'm doing here, today should i just fall apart? should i just fall apart trying? should i just give up now and fade away? well,
[VERSE 1] I ain't one to gossip, but I heard your shit was wack And I ain't one to brag, but this jam is fat I won't push you to the extreme to say I
insane, And all these words will never be the same, It's all in ruins, It's all crumbled, They are ruins, It's all ruins, It's all ruins
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