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the people’s scorn
For she was chaste, not touched before
By any man, her life so pure
The greatest woman that ever lived
Maryam held a miracle she said

An insane faith from an insane god
Whose hands act like swords on heads
Your desire doesn't act there
It's just an impurity void, a pain caused by the divine

Cigaret smoke could lead the lips of a mother who's born 
Well within her scorn a newborn goes to reach for her speech 
Thats probably foreign but

The way you roll your eyes
The verdict on your tongue
The pleasure in the tone
Of every word you spoke
Announce your scorn to be
Before we come

Hands on the horn I treat her with scorn
But, it down to I
Is it down to I
Is it down to I

Awe, awe, awe
At communion sir, is all they say "good luck"

father's fathers beaten brow
Lashed by thistle and thorn
Till more sow more break new ground
Know labors' cursed scorn

The midwife moon like a mother

he's searching for
I ain't feel no more
I just wanna keep it real, assure

A smorgasbord aboard my corpse is coursing, course it's scorn a hoard of horse

What is it, little monster?
How does an abomination such as you plan to serve me?

You, unfortunate accident
Perpetrated by one of my kind
At your

Im hanging on by a thread
At any moment i might cut the circulation with this rope on my neck
I feel the pressure build inside it makes it hard

them in the guns in the hands of the mad ones
Long as we are dancing they'll all think we had fun
Catch us kneeling, anthemic scorn
I've been kneeling

have become

A boundless black oasis

Consuming swelling scorn

A helpless apparition

Refusing to make right

What's been destroyed by your hand

I've got a hand in truth
I try to be partial to thought
Defined by what I do
I'm warping things too wide and broad
The world has lighter states

ain't it your foolish heart which rules your hand
ain't it a greedy thought to cheat a friend
Martin ain't it your silent wish to be the king
ain't

Space inviting upwards
And feelings born by the will 
In energy have interlaced 
In breathing, even and free!

But the burst won't come, don't wait

Holy, righteous God
You are right to reprove us
Right to condemn
By the law of the I AM
Patient, loving Father
You would have us forgiven
Have us

A pinch of hate, a dash of scorn
And hand them back to you deformed
It’s easier than facing facts
That I’m the one who’s mind has cracked
It’s my own fault,

to bring the gains
Taunted by your own impairment
The will begins to bend

Hold on, be strong, the end will surely come 
when the world will cease this

made stands
Another message says: no arranged clans
Demonocracy's run by blood thirsty deranged hands
Cities change man, manipulate and estrange man
Like

Can't believe I'm still breathing
Out the gate I've been chased by demons
Everywhere, everyday I feel like leaving
Still can't tell if I'm awake

Run until you cant feel anymore
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
The earthen mother's whispers turn to scorn

One
By one
Have

a chauffeur?
Underneath the ceiling
Molded by the syphilis

Begone from these demons I raise my hands
Met with silence
I forget my own decrepit Place
Left with

body craves
But i feel full

The ocean, it cleans the stones
In our hands, on our little crowns
Wipe the dead skin and scorn from our faces
Keep control

under words
That you spoke
When will we question
When will we scorn
When will we change
How many lives need to be torn
When will the skies part
Let

bullets scorn him
Should just let it do what it do
And I'm screaming out New Braunfels

I just wanna live this life
On the edge of a knife
Here's some