before the storm Lincoln Park, the Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on I be more than gone, run and get your order form Next time I record a song
s death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death
Bundled in my humble little plummet Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick Chorus: I have died a thousand deaths,
beautiful red locks gave me the message I'm a fully animated life tree See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song Of I'm a fully animated
bereaved, left behind, grieving for the one, my ashen bride. A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains. Into my ears they whisper, a sullen song
who won't beg for their pittance And that still remains our fucking difference Who will not beg to their Jesus, god Christ I've had enough of that Christ
the crowd packed tight every single show And they just got hype whenever he came on They would put they hands high and just sing along Every word every line every single song
touch em;deliver the one, better tell em' You can ride to the rhythm, come on And get your gun on, run on, the Benz along already, Christ to the rhythm
t you watch yourself. Don't head into shit again. [Roxie Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to
I am the devilish wind the lie on the altar I am the devil's call my song is my blood my song my power stands in my soul in my death astaroth... this
The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song
flesh ascend The sun descends magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song
As the Moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a siren weaving song From
As the moon's in narrow windows caught) That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song
sing of hate, death and decay, who is the one you will obey, whether of sin and unto death or of obedience and righteousness. Device of death we will
drunk with song we cry like we"re bout to die or just be born ah ah ahhh christ divine like a frankenstien let the moon move about when the say you see death
It was during my 2nd senior year when Mom found Jesus Christ. His spirit was trapped inside an old Nana Shepard's bottle that Mom picked out of the dumpster
a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ