Lie me 3 times: love, love, love Before the rooster wakes they will simply turn into not not not Who was the apostate, who denied his Lord on this way
this daydream? While you are sleeping there's nightmare all around [Pre-chorus:] God's hands are full - please take mine... [Chorus:] ...and enter the garden
Check this anger... Our hate crawls flesh to the bone Enough to look different and one shade of other will open a cause for a war No wonder it's our
Feelings within deleted with a blink of an eye Promise of love terminated just one more lie [Pre-chorus:] My life fades away and the blood my heavens
this's what makes me strong Red light! red light! dead end station! Speed on you can't stop my soul-radiation! ...this burning urge in me [Chorus:] Jaws through my spine-open my casket
Living with this barcode deep inside Looking through the black cage burnt behind my eyes Night affection, terminal infection Binary abscess on this festering
Hallucinations of knowledge The thought you were something existing Remains from yourself own usurper of your throne But the mask falls down: spirit
When your life WENT sick I was retreat, I was the wing Eyesight, sun in the dawn But you find denied feathers Coexistence went sick I don't know that
...the last one you want to forget will pour the very first handful of soil on your grave...
I lay here in this sand of time Grain crackles among my teeth Face down-sucked by the ground But this soil owns nothing that I have to stand up for I
gonna Ruff Ryde, nigga From here to the bank What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, nigga, LOX We are the streets when the kennels is open
old black suit but on his face was a smile of contentment But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent So they opened
crazy freaky b***hes tryin to Cirque Du Soleil me, got some new b***hes trial got em laughin, the one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
.k.a Louch] What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, Nigga, L.O.X. We are the streets When the kennels is open the dogs is biting
an old black suit And on his face was a smile of content But all the money they could find on him Was a quarter and a copper cent So they opened up his
Open casket funeral A catholic tribulation A cold last supper Well, it's only up to you Dreary dead disciples A prostitute Eve A dirty shroud in Turin
cirque du soliel me, Got some new b-tches, trail got me laughing, The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket, Shot gun on the kitchen table
