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GIMME SALVATION
Music & Lyrics by: Michael Grant
© Michael Grant Music (ASCAP)
Blood all over your face and you know that
You'll never get out alive

You could stop for a beer on your way over here
You could make it all right, perhaps spend the night
And I could watch you undress by the light

Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truths at night.

replace the dark
Hypnotized by his words
I will be healed to death

No, no more messiah tale
No evil will prevail
No, no more messiah
No more liar

My pain

A window to other ways 
A first impression, gained 
I like to classify all the passerbys by eye 
I'm a fly on a wall is all 

A window to other ways

Black clouds in a red, red sky
B200 streaking by
Shadowing the crowds in the square
Captain Remus shields his face from the glare
In his rooftop

Will forever stand in ruin 
Marking the face of this planet 
With the scars of its inhabitants 
These neighborhoods 
These cities 
These streets 
We are

I can't wait to take a look at her face
And look into her eyes and if the future it lies
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah

I can't wait no more, no I know I

Kneel by your dying master
Blood of holy cock almighty
Sip it from a golden cup and taste
The blessed death
Led to war and crucifixion
Little puppets

you're getting prodded by a hundred thousand nasty little porcupine quills?
Well your mind is like a cyclone needing satisfaction and it empties out

YOU LIE   

This door slammed right in my face
I'm sitting here all by myself
Is that so hard to understand?
When the world is slipping out of your

imitating folks
You put a smile on my face like no other

Even though your where fragile you acted so tough and 
Talking bout politics and stuff
I remember

(If he doesn't come back)

I'll be your substitute
Whenever you want me
Don't you know I'll be your substitute
Whenever you need me

Each day by

increasing the emcee’s birthrate
This industry has been wounded and I’m the 1st aid
I charge patience cause face it it was worth the wait
Rhymes are so fly I

feel like we won’t get bored of each other’s faces
Let me beat it up like my name Chris Brown sugar
We don’t shake hands I only take a kiss
I know it’s

have the taste
But I don’t wanna be a model ‘cause I don’t have the face

And all I have to offer is love
And you need to tell me if that is enough, yes

guess I can't let go 
 
How can I turn you 
How can I turn you 
How can I turn you away 
 
How could you turn me on 
Just by looking over your shoulder

the Melanin 
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss 
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit 
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant 
Don't

a Philly Alt-Right tried to kill me 
Dropped my cheesesteak and grabbed the Mack semi 
scuffling, shot a republican in the face with it 
only the 2nd time

again, her memory never pretend knuckles bleed to violence  
Petals drop to silence 
Show a face and run away, she bore me in hate 
Shake her fate she not

Shirly cleans up after her nightshift
she puts on her coat left by the door
she steps out into a flurry of snowfall
as she heads out into the cold

buss ride

Vi bare hoppa når vi så et gjerde 

Tøyenbadet



Saftpose ved trappa bort på Vahl

Cruisa rundt på by sykkel og 

bare gjorde alle tinga man

Conjuring gateways
an open door to divination
Upon the scribe lay a pale face vessel
Madimi
Black mirror
Reversal of the light
A path in which

complete by family, O' mother how I miss you dearly.
I won't be the one to face the world in this broken state of terror.
Blind avoidance emerges as a bleak