throats and eating tears Smiling in a ruined age Douse my love everything with gasoline Grave flower blooms at your red light death scene We dance the electric Pagan Love Song
i realize that i like death but not as much as cheese CHORUS:i like death, but not as much as cheese i like death, but cheese puts me at ease i like death
am His and He is mine Bought with the precious blood of Christ No guilt in life, no fear in death This is the power of Christ in me From life?s first
that hath breath, praise the Lord Paul and Silas were thrown in jail for preaching the gospel of Christ Though in chains they praised His name singing songs
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
like Jesus Christ Act like Jesus Christ, I know, I know, I know, I know Here's your Jesus Christ I'm your Jesus Christ, I know, I know, I know, I Bleeding to death
death is not around So death, take your fiddle and play a song for me Play a song we used to sing The one that brought you close to me Play a song and
witches sing their songs Death to all angels Fall from the sky Death and destruction Satanic slaughter flames tonight Wholy God die Christ will burn
Christ We were not born to follow We don't need your guiding light I tear the skies with my bare hands There is no death for me The world burns with
pariahs through our veins Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons born of man?s sickest
Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come on... Orgies filled with joyous laughter Alters of the flesh Equinox eternal glory El descends in death
Dreams Of Apocalypse Dances Of Sanguinous Moons The Songs Of Soundless Mouths The Mystery Of Ancient Runes From The Ancient Times The Night Consumes
Up Calvary's mountain one dreadful morn Walked Christ my Savior, weary and worn Facing for sinners, death on the cross That He might save them from endless
Lift every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So save the Negro spiritual It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle And no more song
run but I just can't hide Won't talk to the preacher cause the preacher lied I asked for salvation and I was denied Listen up everybody this is Darryl's song
room started spinning How can he walk off the field during the first inning? I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death Hate not being there
daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years Sweet songs