Lyrics:
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
keep your distance
The fires burning as it heats up the stone
Self defined, we fuel resistance
Call it chaos or disbelief,
I won't become a double
To fuel the machine, with endless carnage
Prolong the expectation of faith in the jaws of fear
Satisfied in this excavation of the heavenly womb
Fed
pouring fuel onto the fire
I start speaking words that I know inside don't seem right
I met him where the road breaks up to the track into the woods
He
what for
And your forefathers left by the backdoor
Someone tell me
Fear and hate is taking me over
Fear and hate is taking me over
Fear and hate is
lies
This world is made by my fiction
Injected in my body's pride
How long must I reach out
Eating my own vomiting
Is our hearts meant to be broken
of bricks and carry it for a lifetime
while he can relieve the pain by just going home and writing a rhyme?
at that point he pulls her close, whispers "I love
don't want to hold my pillow late at night no more
I'm tossin' and turnin' and thinkin' 'bout burnin' down these walls
I-I don't wanna fuel this fire no
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
As you pour yourself a scotch
Crush a roach or check your watch
As your hands adjust your tie
people die
In the towns with funny names
Hit by
Girls add fuel to the fire if you're a bum)
Word up, bottomline is: (kid, you're gettin none)
(No play at all) cause they want Shirlings
Fat bangle
I feel alive
Chasin' the red light
Drawn by the dangersigns
Spaced out on the wildside
Crossing the dividing line
And when the night rolls on
I need
We have to fire up the engines, supply them with coal
And if we get too weak we are burned as fuel
I have seen my comrades getting burned down here
Reaching out in dead of night
Emptiness by candlelight
Memory, a haunted sea
Souring in sudden rage
The damage plagued upon my love
Driven by
punctures
They're for our own good
Better carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Forkboy
Flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa
the sixties as a movie / take the seventies as fuel
You've got a reason to be endless / because your mood is summer cool
Let deliverence be existence / before
And only present I'm dealin with is now
The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaih
Layin bodies down by the layer
Burn em before the assembly
an institution that will fuel my mind
whoever said ignorance, oh it was bliss
well, there's something there
that I declare they surely missed
'cause in the days
is sublime
Now is the colour and blue is the time
Sit yourself back while the enemy tire
We're chocking down fuel just to piss on the fire
There's
in the night
Going nowhere
There's a 747 goin' into the night
There's no power they don't know why
They've no fuel they gotta land soon
They can't
lit by burning polythene bags
Pushing flame scorched limos to the oil rig tonight,
For the promenade dance
Fill your locker with an arsenal,
you
Sit back
You're finding it hard to get very far
But we were born waiting in line
Grabbing the future by the eyes
Getting the hang of it,
gorge the ample dirt
Last gasps, stifled by the blood
Of intolerance's wrath
Defy, beseech no demigod
Subordinate, all distant creeds
One
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