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and saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres, stripped of will and soul. Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for
On the wind and never alight
I had a most distressing dream last night

Glass enclosed, exposed wherever I flew
With no control and a crystal soul
That one
the hawk relpies
Shudders pound the marching hearts
In reborn synchronize
Held in force the feeding prism
Triangle diaboli
Catalogues the souls inside
before you, a weakened version of, your reflection 

Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection 

I don't deserve what you've given me, but
before you, a weakened version of, your reflection 

Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection 

I don't deserve what you've given me, but
and ask that you be my crutch.
Lord, I am not perfect by a long shot; I confess to you daily
But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me.
In
(Yeah I got that) Brave heart
(You know) Brave heart

May the lord have,
Mercy on my soul
your head, in your head
Someday you're gonna find her, she will be almost blinded
By the light so bright you keep inside your heart.
overcoat
They never said your name 
But I knew just who they meant
 
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
wait

Is this thing going to kill me
And tear my soul apart
If not, it never will be
The one to break my heart open

You're really something good,
their spirits, souls, and names, which are contained in their hearts, livers, and entrails, thus, Unas becomes allpowerful. In attempting to bring this
that garlic drug
Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar
But I'm guided by the light, no shine, soldier of the father but I ain't
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
bullshittin' I'm the Bull's Pippen
Something cold sippin right before I rip shit,
Beast Coast clan we the Gold grippin',
Fucking show killing getting souls
While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings
Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring
Fell around my neck, I started choking
My soul
literally see the double start to comin' alive
Come alive like heart rates, followed by a car chase
Chris Rock selfies with a top 5 arms race
Moncler skullies