't choke the breathless beast the gracious fallacy 'Give everything' I'm left empty Guilt no more... Guilt guilt no more guilt embraceless Bound at the
a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When
the bounds of the skies Filled by flesh hatred and death Proclaiming the glory of the kingdom of Kutulu Madness and wrath unholy existence Breeding the
time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation
to an enemy See, phony people like phony people Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table sh*t IS BOUND
'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound
the man never came Diversified constraints compel the freedom of the living bait Welcome the hush They spawn their likened destiny to joys of dying they
the press A breed from the seed of only One short breath" Mother, hence we cry: Some of us are free to stand Most of us are bound to lie In those
good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When
I'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound
we're dying In pain we crawl to death Vicious, greedy, seething hate Ensnared, a dark hearted fate An eye of scorn, the sardonic grin Let hate breed
Eldritch turns of father time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound
bound Entombed in my body i live my death Living in a world of non-reality Decapitated, soulless stare Comatose, the walking dead Day by day we're dying
