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the fear of the things at your feet
Beneath the surface

Held back by a silent kiss
And you were made in the abyss
A fever dream of what might be
Caught in

We are
Sewer cats, sewer cats
Cats of the deep dark underworld
We roam the overworld by night
And strike fear in the hearts of the crafters above

I fell by the wayside, like everyone else
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
But I was just kidding myself
Our every moment, I start to replace

Who do we become, when they turn the lights on us
Staring at the sun, blinded by another rush
Fooled by the surface
Is it even worth it
If every

Born in the shadows
Forced to evolve
Mutated flesh, my skin dissolves
Forsaken by light, enslaved by darkness
I am heartless
I've become

I fell by the wayside, like everyone else
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
But I was just kidding myself
Our every moment, I start to replace

Dragged under the surface by the mighty grip of disbelief
Pulled down to the abyss of dissidence
The silty grounds and oceanic trenches my last resting

strengths.
All to obsessed by weakness
we have brought ourselves to meaninglesness.
So easy to control, bring to harm.
A gathering of fools unjustified,

talking
Fuck the otha side
that side aint shit
niggas cant fuck wit me 

Chorus
Now Its a Special way I fold my flag
And ill bust yo head if its bout

Take the children and yourself and hide out in the cellar.
By now the fighting will be close at hand.
Don't believe the church and state

strengths.
All to obsessed by weakness
we have brought ourselves to meaninglessness.
So easy to control, bring to harm.
A gathering of fools unjustified,

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning,

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning they

change hom die bloed gan spat
Die bloed gan tap, die bloed gan spuit
Die bloed gaan piss by sy fokken bek uit

Hosh hosh hosh hosh
Kap hulle koppe af,

Violins

Golden Earring

To the Hilt

1975

the Barcelona sky
The crowd stands by, a cheering
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Hooked on high speed energy
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Cats gut

the fields
Out in the fields
They're falling one by one
Out in the fields
No flag has ever stopped
The bullet from a gun

Death is just a heartbeat away
Out in

tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue

Take, I’ll take you by the hand when nobody is watching 
If you’re happy with it, raise your flag
I wanna be your country 

Oh take, oh take, oh

has not been heard
It's been gagged by unthinking white tradition
Blood stains the streets where our cities stand 
Watch their cultures decay
Gave

Out in the Fields

Right Direction

Bury the Hatchet

2000

ears again.
Out in the fields.
Out in the fields.
They are falling one by one.
Out in the fields.
No flag has ever stopped
the bullet from a gun.

Yeah got the crowd singing yeah
Beach boy in your ho

She like a window, I can see right through
It don't matter what the weather
Wanna be by you

Our minds are covered by darkness
Incidents are concealed by the press
No matter how many have died
They gonna write: we cleaned up the mess
Our

homie the clown in the project’s mountain don’t drink from the water fountains don’t talk to strangers it gets dangerous it gets retartrd innocent 
by

On the way to the new dawn searching for Shelters like swarms of solar dust.Moving randomly to an unreal door,Shaken by a sweltering gust,Unknowingly