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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

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

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

people scorn
I dont give 2 damn man I seen the fire pit
Thoughts in my brain traumatized by the shyt
Angel's on my side guiding me through the mist
I be

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

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

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

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

The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh

You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn

the mists it appears to come from beyond

Riding so silent
This motionless vessel
On drifting graveyard of lost souls
Damned by the sea

Now take a look

desperate ones 
Oh so undone, By your own hand

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

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

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

have become

A boundless black oasis

Consuming swelling scorn

A helpless apparition

Refusing to make right

What's been destroyed by your hand

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"

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

shine the clearest 
His cheeks like the red blood that's new dropped on snow 
He is neat, fair and slender, and his hands soft and tender 
He'll be my

the end be the pain that I long
Decapitate Guillotine 
Societies scorn
Your darkest thoughts 
You hide in me
Until the bitter end
Oh the lust resides in my

my hands  

Looking askance, some thought of his chant
A threat to the man whom Rineya romanced
My inner alarm! It was part of his plan
To send them

the devil's hands
Now the fire's in her breath scarlet vow
Taken by the girl who you cast out
You're not the only one with chants to sing
Or a prayer to bring

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