Lyrics:
the devil's truth
Empty shells of flesh
The mass produced
Moth to the flame
Seeks the neon light
Self-made plague
Of a weak born
By their hands
A world scorn
born
And peace is scorn by the hands of man who justify
Another death for their cause will no one question why
Why these solutions never work!
met his maker
And he’s measured by the undertaker
Scorn a woman if you forsake her
If you forsake her
Oh today he met his maker
And he’s measured by
Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn
What
through angel's eyes
In this valley we walk right by your side
Draw the line in the sand
I come again
Bring forth the hand of the damned
Draw the line in
hand, lift me out of this trap
I need some help and I'm losing my way
Scorn is my heart, falling apart inside
Sick of this vice, trapped in a world
I am the hand that feeds
oooh But I can pull away so quickly lord
I Am the safety you feel in false belief
I am the gasoline
That powers the great
at the hands of the serpents
The hypocrisy of the reptiles
Belial - the wretched spawn
Corrupted masters, sweetened by sin
Sickened with pleasure
Scorn
Old as time long foretold
We all know how it ends
Before it has grown old
By the hand of the Queen
Our hearts shall be redeemed
(Out for blood call
sun, no moon, no reverence
Just the hand of doom
Judge and jury reveal their pride
Abstract words are sanctified
Will you soothe yourself by bleeding
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow.
Sing all a green willow.
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing
was Peking
Our skipper's name was Jervis
Well I never met a man like him
He pulled two men out from
The sea, by the hair, in a raging storm
And he kept
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with his hand
It feels like being born [Repeat: x3]
rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He
The fear inside my hate filled mind
The concept of eternal life
Never could you understand
That life won't take you by the hand
Wait, you
Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse
Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousand-fold
Perversion of your self
Lied to by regulators
A version of myself
Shaming my human nature
An image of your life
Constructed for the standards
Why let
Crooked hands belay the night
The storm is fierce yet silent
The effigy aflame the only light
Withered, forlorn
The vast decay of my design
Behold my scorn
feet that leave the narrow path
These hands that sin has bound
Anoint my soul with mercy
Until redemption's found
Let me be moved by Your Word
And not
Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten
Once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb
For we journeyed
simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by
Hate for hate and Ruth for Ruth
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth
Scorn for scorn and smite for smite
Love for love and guile for guile
He who is
the people "Crown me"
Incredible music from young blacks
Astounding tears for your fears ‘til
The motherfuckers drowning
Taking good from scorn
I know that I
take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
With this fang, obstruct the entryways: the gates
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that
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