meant to flee into A trade of birth for passing Without a shadow of doubt All words were heard And nothing was in vain In this trade of Birth for passing
christ Except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree
elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after the world with the shivers. "What's the day?" "What you doing?" "How's your food?" "How's that song?" Man it passes
for the light Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite \"What's the day?\" \"Whats you doing?\" \"How's your mood?\" \"How's that song?\" Man it passes
damage you for days The evangelistic wave of a man with wicked ways You signed it, the hell driven covenant for instance Loving the system malistic for
Christ except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right of a celestial Nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree
except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right of a celestial Nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree
