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Son Of Sam Songs From The Earth

be So we slip away, (cut, cut, cut) no one can get to us up here, So I slip away, (cut, cut, cut) no one can get to you up here From this low up to

In the circle of dying time there's a thinning of salt, What was kept from slipping in will be soaring out A color that can't be described, A power

As the thorns grow with care start to twist they make new colored eyes, As the flesh starts to split like the wrists that is slit as I break, and they

this inversion shall bring anew, That of nights that since have gone unknown Beyod this coil, I am reaching beyond your reach, I send myself WHOAH- Beneath the Earth

the black day, WHOAH- and as you stray you move closer to our world This is the final night WHOAH- before the black day, WHOAH- As the dim stretches further from

from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam

lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive