Lyrics:
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for the proof
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn
Remember me, love, when I'm reborn
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
said by the happer.
I whiles thought it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ''Shame, is your conscience no chackit?''
But when I grew dry from a horn,
It
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
untold
A fragile desire
We nurture and hold
But that's all gone now
You see everything in black or white
But love is coloured by the spectrum of light
Well I'm just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
My my it's half past nine
Those hazy lazy blues
It's Friday morn the world's to scorn
I
Matricide on Mother Nature, Calypso
Matchin' cyanide offered by
Cleopatra's mind with her erotica lips so
Fast at night I can cut and slit slow
The wrists
Forced into betrayal of God and country
By a despot clad in vengeance
A self-made enemy
A noble man
Beheaded at dawn
By a King's swift justice
Tears have been our bread and wine
And our enemies mock us to scorn
By Your strength, by Your strength
Restore us, O God of Hosts
Let Your hand be upon
the planes, the creature is unmoved
By the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork
Of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where
Lays it
of you-know-who
Isn't it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and
No one mourns the wicked
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
And laid within a manger upon this
blessed morn;
The which His mother Mary did nothing take
in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings
to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?
Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running
There you and I have so merrily played,
Kissing
cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous
Though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name
That my pops chose for
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
To wich his Mother Mary
Did not take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Of comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort
and I, we are blinded by,
Hatred flowing from years of denial
As we cry, forever asking why,
The blind is following others in vain
Scorn these
asset
Immaterial, material, death by debt
Blinded by greed termination damnation
They got everything to lose
It's all taken by the bank
Drowning in booze
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
The Lone son of God; And God
What a mystery
Birthed by young virgin
Named Mary
All the vision's seen and spoken by our prophets of old
Told of Nazareth
Would
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