day (WHAT?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!) You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with God You bitch
reality t ell me what is reality tell me tell me thought of god. do dreams fall from god tell me what dreams may come break free thoughts all gone we
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes
(sup yall!) They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part The sun rose over a body bag shortage Last week I was like 'god bless the saint that
as a penny whistle, and silent as the glove I wasn't me to speak of, just a thousand ancient feelings That vanished into nothing-and love When I was dead
desert Thou hast bled for the fallen idols from beyond prevailing strength hath made Thee greater than the god... from amongst the million dead angels
s in a hospital bed But he'll never be better He's already dead I'm ten miles outside the city And I'm lifted away In an ancient light That is not of
makes me wanna cry, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love
this come from? Think back Try to remember, think back, try to remember I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor Lavishly spreading love
drowning in a cave As Solomon's my witness, as Gabriel is my guard (god ?) Garden of the lovely ones in the devil's back yard (?) Hand of God sprinkle
hours dead In her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge,
Victoria Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardor of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At
Given Up, Untold Through Time, Ansestors Of The Falsity Above, Like Ancient Candles Burning Air That We Adore, The Love, Has Depleted, The God, Now Unseated
you in with a silence you most could hear With only the howl of a timber wolf and you camped there in the cold A half-dead thing in the stark dead world
you in with a silence you most could HEAR; With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold, A half-dead thing in a stark, dead
dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside
the other side of 123rd St., bro'. Bringing it straight off the currency. Now this shit is tough. I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap. With the god
God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow