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the torn
Lifted up those who mourn
We will praise and we'll see
His kingdom
Good news for the poor
Broken hearts now restored
Ev'ry captive set free
In his

Thunder from below 
Impulse calls 
Fill it with a bone 
Soon you’ll fall
Fall into the withering waste 
Call out to those and you’ll make hast

this fateful end
Taming lines of reality, I call to each by name
Twisting lives endlessly, all drown in my gaze
Once I enter your sight
Those who know

The pressure squeezes down to my bones
Blood boiling at the obliteration of those trampling our masses
As they're consumed under our final march
This is

pick the perfect Flower
A Souvenir for the Soul
And imagine
We Wind back the clock
The bravery of our loyalty
Any betrayal was wrong
By the manipulation

of what I'm doing next, I'm a stalwart 
Not one those bastards robbin Baskin Robbins 
Where my validation for not being part of the problem? 

They stay

head over an apple
Drink in the chords of silence
Implore the virus
Don those ancient curse words for the sake of fabric
A willing offer to those poor

from it
Your egos your placebo
You want the world to think you're marvelous
You get the clicks, you got your fix
The only way you keep a grip
Is by

Help build another plan
Make it known
If there's someone out there
Somebody who knows these bones
Won't you pick them up and take them home
No less than

In the sink I see my own
Seems it's time to spring clean
In the closet are my bones
Man, I'm lookin' so lean
Got a soul I got on loan
Although some

the last thing you eat

Head and genitals the last things left
Slice those off then saw through your chest
Pull out your organs one by one
Take out the gag

diggers used to come round 
To this town with all those hourglass figures
Trophy wives all night every night 
Pick one up in the aisle by the sprite 
It's

A nocturnal walk in
The streets or the park with
Cast down eyes and hope inside
Gloomy rag dolls
Soaked to the bones
Poor kids of darkness
Drowned in

fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

the clear shades
He gave one his all, to give up his ways
The bitches have ripped, the flesh from his bones
And the bastards are fat, because heÂ's alone

by his shackled throne
You cannot pick a fight with stones
But you can surely dress in rags and bones

A muted quest, the house is shy
A giant rain

Stretch the leather with a groan

I'm out here on my o o own
Some days can't pick up the ph ph phone
Tryna figure out what's going on

Got a lot of houses

an' everything to lose
I took a train down to Yonge an' Bloor
c corner that shuffles the rich an' the poor
  Toronto set me up for the big win
  Toronto

Now back in old Wyoming many long years ago

When there was no law and order round to regulate the show

Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem

his friends
Is laid
Amid the grass, amid the songs

He sleeps a good sleep
Crimson
Beneath the radiant sky
All those he has known
Are come
To bid him

nothing he ain't seen
And it's, Good evening
(Don't give me up)
And how do you do?
(Won't give me up)
I just thought that I'd stop by
Now relax
(Won't catch

think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you

think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you

Kill or Be Killed

Do or Die

Picture This [Chopped & Screwed]

1996

pick ? its kill or be killed on you bastards

[Chorus 2X]

Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute bitches is scarred to shoot
Muthafucka done