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bags
12 O'clock on the block, ammunition they had
More money than you with an unemployed crew
Bubblin', troublin'
Mother f'ers is somethin' they do
In

Mouth

Fear Before the March of Flames

The Always Open Mouth

You can feel comfortable in your skin.
You will feel comfortable in your skin.
We're trying to speak clearly but our voices get
Drowned out by

the protection of Satan
He was put into the world of the Christians
In the belly of a jackal that is his mother
Through his veins there flows powerful blood
He is

Safe under covers tonight, faces happy and bright
There by the old fire light it is warm

But we are the darkening clouds, we are the gathering swarm

galvanized by vapid words and septic slurs, utterly transfixed by the fiction of the greater good."" Estranged in this age we set sail to the stars return

getting mine,
Cos I know i'm doing great in the devil's eyes,
This is blatently petty crime,
Throw me down a contract let me get inside.

*Chorus* x2

I'm

is now done
Did you hear another gun?
Some folks had their fun
There's an awful lot of blood

Let's go to the club now
And take another drug

to see out the day by what reality dictates

As if I haven’t got enough on my plate



And as I settle down to eat at this self-pity buffet

The look you

convinced Sufism was expressed by hat choice
I don't dictate my didact and map it to black noise
Said the target audience whose mothers are blonde-headed

Escape from the Grave

Six Feet Under

Bringer of Blood [Bonus CD]

2003

No escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down
Molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering
Scream for mother she can't save you
No God

Hitler as Kalki (SDM)

Current 93

Thunder Perfect Mind

1992

at his most bloody
If we see man at his most base
Shall we then and there say
"This is reality; this is his nature"?
what makes the pain
More real

on the losing side of the Boshin war
The tragic end of samurai
Bring forth the steel
We shall defend and protect with honour, fierce
For this is the end
Mother

gobs and every human where
Connected by the chain
It's time for re-enchantment
To call the gods again
To worshio Mother Kali and to
Make this aeon end

Heavy Weather

Michael Sembello

Lost Years

2003

In the news today
Heavy weather
Oh, I can remember
The skies were so blue
That lucky old moon I promised to you
Now it's gone lately

a convict when their done with you
Its like somehow, someway
You just cant over come this shit
Try not to get the third strike
But still you wanna come up

stay stressed
Where they lie if they have to
To make an arrest
Cause we living in the shadow
Of the suburbs
While the price of this house
Is going

the coldest wastes of wastes of humanity - darkening circles fed by deepening graves. ""Death solves all problems,"" your heart is a statistic. No mother, no

is left
This a story
About a pretty lady so fine
See, Cinderella was a dime
But shorty went to school
Cinderella wasn't no fool
Had a book, other hand

mother earth
My every movement becomes a blur
The voice of reason in my head is speaking in tongues
I think I'm going crazy

Put your head back and break

probably meet my mother
Met her in the summer and we made it past the winter
My friends think I am joking they don’t understand this feeling
Love is a good

the safe in case they close the banks
It’s my mother fucking year and I ain’t taking no losses
Mob ties in my circle I’m surrounded by bosses
Skeletons in my

litter
No scholarship
When I was hungry couldn't grab a snickers
Flipped the refund check
To pay for the rent
What you expect the game foul
Ref calling

From the house, out the shed to the backyard
Every tool they will need now in hand
Digging up their mother and their dear old dad
To answer all

and the Venerable Bede is a tether for us
A multitudinous chorus that echoes through the fabric of life

Drake, Wren, Turing, Darwin
Blake, Lennon/McCartney