Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Wagoner’s Lad
In old North Carolina I was bred and was born
And in my own country I was a great scorn
As I was a riding one morning in May
I met
a cooled down shadowland
A fitting survival by chance
Existence emerged unlooked for
Even in the plunge to darkness
In starlight and in immense depths
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
hard to see
But you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow
The surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company
enemy, beautiful
I send my scorn and ridicule
You're not innocent
No, not innocent
No one's innocent
My nation's grand
Your name's not on any signs
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
of the present
Fear of the future
Septic schizo [Repeat: x3]
Stained by blood on the face
I see that my life goes by in front of me
As an old movie. I feel
Images on the sidewalk
Speak of dream's descent
Washed away by the storms
To graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest
Simon Diamond sold his soul
Changed his name by deed poll
Started out as Simon Russell
Lived his life inside a nutshell
Oooh ooooh Oooooooh
brow
Scorn in her eyes
Her back to the cries
We spit upon the life
That never was
And here we stand
In old England's land
The rose is choked
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm
Their
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh,
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