Lyrics:
Sometimes I can't tell if it's better to get out of the house
Or just stay in...
My social anxiety
My social anxiety
Makes me want to head back home
trying to lend a hand
But right now I don't need no help
I'm looking for my inner wealth
Right now I'm trying to center self
Shine myself
All by myself
So
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
the people will chant my name
Hail, Hail Hamlet, King of Scotland
You really are a slippery one, aren't you
Hail, Hail Hamlet, King of Scotland
Bring me my
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts
Aim a lot of cool projects not photography
Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's
Lele le le lele lele eee
Elolight in the building
Let me see you shake it
Let me see you wine it
Let me see you move it
Put your hands up to the left
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol
Idol be bad
Idol be wild
Martyr your heart
Father a love child
We need all your kinks
And your dark attitude
We
cut me loose
These hands that built this empire tied your noose
Explanations, complicated
True intentions, masqueraded
I get by by getting high high
comforts the poor and lonely
He strengthens and makes pure
Hail hail more hail
To God Soli Deo Gloria
Bible Based Death Metal
His eyes are upon us
In his
“Well then, let the reign begin.”
Ethan: "Awe shit".
Sherlock: "Fucking bow."
King.
First order of business; die.
Live by the sword,
Die by thy hand
the same
Her beauty shines by moonlight since the spotlights are all gone
The roadside bar's her palace now, it's where she still belongs
Hail to the Queen
the post is there
You go to the pose it results éclair
Victory, by land slide
You can run but you can't hide
Shit, they couldn't keep my hands tied
So
young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of the pretty Colleens
They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads
young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of the pretty Colleens
They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads
get by, my hands are tied
Don't why I ever got her to try myself
'Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh, woman, oh, why, why, why, why
What
hands are tied
Don't why I ever got her to try myself
Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh woman, oh why, why, why, why
What have I done
Oh
of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as the back is turned
and nature, nothing was save
Oh hail when we did not have to answer
Speak the ones in power
they still rule with oppression
by denying everyone else a voice
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
there
(Ugh)
We all hail from the Motherland
But get colonized, on the other hand
We must unify instead of blame the other man
Is they who lack
return
The void of the heartless
This war is endless
This road's nothing but a rat race
Tied to our spite
We restlessly fight
To hail the land
return
The void of the heartless
This war is endless
This road's nothing but a rat race
Tied to our spite
We restlessly fight
To hail the land
Fact is that to an extraordinary extent
Uh By comparative standards the US
Is a business run society
Which means that human rights are subordinated
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