Lyrics:
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force, can y'all get funky?
The Zulu Nation, can y'all get funky?
Ya, Just hit me
I'll come closer
Everyday
What you've laid out
Disarray
Anomie with vision
I have no soul
All of this fighting
All for the goal
You'll never make it
souls
Death to all religions and their sick goals
The butcher strikes back
Devastating thrash attack
An invincible force, released from agony
Hail
[Chorus]
Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold
You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold
I march in ranks with a vexed soul
All them
speak
Trouble escort my soul all thru out these weeks
Coupled resorts connects my faith and fatality
Rumbled the floor for I found my reality
God I'm
hope as my armor, I'll banish all doubt
My soul is a treasure without a doubt
I see the resolve in your eyes, it's frightening
You're a tough one
beside some forgotten tomb
Before day breaks and all the lost souls come around asking for you
It’s ok the night is young it’s just a child
Babe, the night
the soul
All the way from the land of the chopped and screwed
(Saddle Up)
The heat still scorching while we ride on these horses
Got the rocking chairs
Each person has a story, and everybody has a soul
all of that has to go somewhere, when it's time to go.
Big numbers lose their meaning, too large
is all of us, soul of us, the fall of us
to surely come when we deny it
loudest nigga gets quiet
prison of pieces of riot
sell your soul if you want
when you take control
I can feel wild horses running in my soul.
All my love, you're all I see
The stars, the sun, the energy,
The way you move,
day by day
The feral ladies are coming
Murmuring, an ancient litany
When they come and they call
They sweep away the souls
All the thoughts, all
followed me
The doubts which had inspired my quest
I'm certain were stalking me in this place
And were even now determined to steal my very soul
All my
the re-run's on
Sweat is pouring down my back
00: 00 time to take a shower full of blood
Deriving from my soul, all you people need me
Phone's on
But there's no
Endless waves crashing down - to wash away the lifeless souls
All there's left to do is hope
Clinging to life - abandoned dreams - will no one hear my final
highway
That carries all us restless souls back home
Yeah, let's take it on home
Kicking it round and round in love
Round and round we spin
Kicking up
But now that aint the way to go (Naw)
You better off lettin Jesus save yo soul
All the fake stuff is startin to take its toll
But Christ is in you face
But we are, covered in the storms
We live unbalanced
Covered in the shadows
Born to be fools
Adoring lost souls
All the saints (all
calling
Just need a little bit of rock n roll
A little bit of soul
All my friends are having to draw the line
Clear out a space so you can make some time
all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, 'til they get old
They don't make a dent
In indifference
We'll haunt them, haunt them, haunt them
abise
This is my severance day
My way
and it's all of my soul that i give
and it's my way
Call this non-dilute
Call this ill repute
Call this
creep away
Then I creep away
I feed you
You feel safe
I am perfect you take all the blame
From my soul
All the blame
From my soul
Then I creep
split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a little push
Schemers plot, never seem
In the lonely streets of every town
In the home of Mr. Jones
The men all sell their souls to love
But their women sleep alone
The women sell their
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