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on falling
Feeding the soil once more
Death was standing on the hill
Soon to be joined by the procession
Esoteric chants filled the air that night
As the widow

heart like Melissa, look
There's terrorist on American soil
Hilarity is just hysterics that's foiled by clarity
And I laugh at the lack of the morals,

Everything is whispering about
The changing
The late spring
The missing days
The turning flowers
The digging
The lighting
The way the soil is caged by stone

like you royal
You know you are my queen
And I king
Treat you with my spoils
Love deeper than the soils
Your eyes tell me I adore you
That's reasonably

left horrendous wounds
Prosperity is no more extinction is unbound

A ravished world surrenders avoided by the stars
On rotten soil old battlefields

1. The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a fair city I did ride

Three armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe

1. The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a fair city I did ride

Three armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe

211s funding the freak show

Just a wayward teen
Very little means
So his dreams were
Clouded by schemes
Really just lost in a scene

It's was the music

fathers' damnation
May you find your salvation by drooling in glee!
As Guardian Spirit he will stay
Protects my life and guides my way
Now the warm soil

still Imagines what heaven looks like and says 
One of these days, boy
One of these days when the soil opens its throat and swallows me whole 
I am gonna

history
Bending time

By my almighty hand
I shall colonize this wretched land

Beneath the watching eye
Entwines the soil with life

These beings

(Turn it up)
If I get the call I tell 'em say no more
World keep actin' cruel so we dont show no love
Chillin' by the pool, yeah we cool (oh lawd)

ocсupants  joy and only
We will destroy the whole Soviet apparatus
The one run by an old KGB member

Nuclear physicist and pizza chef
Making fertilizers for

old to new 

on to the next yeah its a play by play 
the same old thing when the daylight change 
flex on dishonor yeah say what you say 
who would

a depiction that can induce insomnia
Protecting the correlation to the Gods of the purest soil contradicted by blue faced propaganda

You got a vision?
Prove it

this memory do just fine
Pick all of the pieces of the puzzle off the soil
And sing what you learned by the starlight

We hid from the roaring

It was all decided long ago
Before I even had to chance to be born
Before I grew my wings and went airborne
Strung along by fate until the string

Fall to the ground
Your prayers all unheard
Not to be found
Your death undeterred

Hands in the soil
Unearthed under ground
No mortal coil
Will silence

by affinity
To pull the weight of creation
To till the soil of tribulation
My jagged words
Surely to be smoothed
By ink more pure than my own
Seeds

the nightmare creeps up by your side 
There will be nowhere left to hide 
I hold the knife that ends your life 

This is the sharpest night 

Looking down in

From here i can see
A body strangled down to thee
A number that is mine
Soon he takes the exit sign
A rotten soul was made by god
As he took steps

back down by weeds
Their seeds deemed undesirable, scattered
Planted in infertile soil spoiling any opportunity to exceed what they're perceived to be

I'm awakened by raindrops, I'm struck by your missing presence
I'm stirred from my dreams by this tumescent and aching need
Your deep misty warmth is

Do you think about me
When your by yourself
You're so bad
Like why are you so bad

I'd probably give everything that I have
It's go time if you