Lyrics:
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
That which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O
Emotions distorted by the therapy of pain
Medical debauchment
In the name of sanity
Methods of torture and psychiatric humiliation
Humans considered
and Time - Lost Lore
I'm Enticed by The Purest Evil
It's A Sin to Scorn Him
It's A Great Sin in His Eyes
- And This too you would do!!!
In His Name,
a chicken
and follow dem scorn him
Cause I remember when him up top a set up shop is a must dat him a send down barrel
So now dat him deh ya and him can’t
The first place that I saw my love
It was at a ball
I looked at her, I gazed at her
Far above them all but aye she looked on me
With scorn
you how to step
I learned it by myself
By living for myself
For myself so it's
Time I
Told you how to step
I learned it by myself
By living for myself
Scorn - is anything I can feel !
Hatred - against "my own flesh and blood" !
About murder - I think day by day,
to kill you pig, and to see how
All we monsters think we are divinely born.
Our fingers pointed to heaven, we direct our scorn.
We're not flying,
We're not flying
We're not
silence raping & violence
Torn and despised by God
This is what you made of me
This is what is left of me
This is what you made of me scorn & tortured
This
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
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
Jewry
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
lessons by the yawn
Grandma Tellin stories bout Jesus Tryn see if..
Wake up
God complex, I know
Pray that I dont see his scorn
God dont make me Pyro
Puttin
clothes and expensive jewelry
I got a heart made of gold, motives be the purest
And they say hell have no fury like a woman's scorn
Fuck that, I'm
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
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
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
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
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
you niggas scorn, I wasn't phased
It was a phase, look at my face
I wanna race, I set a pace
As a fat boy, I had to catch my wind
Get my laps on, double
But to scoff and scorn
The builders rejected stones
Where is Your Love?
Where is Your Love?
Is there a use for Your hands and heart?
You plot and ploy
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