Lyrics:
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
thought
(To withstand desperate times)
Abused by not few
this weapon becomes
what I abhor with so much scorn!
Goat Mit Uns!
Goat Mit Uns!
born
And laid Him in a manger
Upon this blessed morn
On which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
the people "Crown me"
Incredible music from young blacks
Astounding tears for your fears ‘til
The motherfuckers drowning
Taking good from scorn
I know that I
sons
Behold the face of war
To scorn it at once
Pay for tortured lives
See the children died by gas
Hand towards the sun
Send your silent S.O.S.
Now
Scorn
Callously discarded
Into the river of Acheron
Submerged beyond ascension
Breaking through the surface tension
Eyes wide open to the bottom
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Jesus, He's my friend.
I said Jesus, He's my friend
He took me by the hand
Led me far from this land
Jesus, He's my friend
window who I am
I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came straight from spirit land
My hands balled in a fist
Punching my mom's stomach
Kicking on her
button window who I am...
I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms
hand, it trembled with eagerness
Thrilled by the homicide
Harnessed from maniacal trait
Death by inhumane slaughter
Murdering by numbers for laughter
And I'll follow you
Let me walk
I want to walk right by your side
Let your love be my only guide
Here's my hand
Here is my hand
Why don't you take
As I am standing here
Verge crescent
Further of rhyme as fires scorn
Echoing through the barrens
No mans land
As total mass retain
Frost bloom
all night for them
With Victor by her side
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter
Against the people's wrongs
He
it be?
You effect me
Just by holdin' my hand
By holdin' my hand
Oh no, how could it be?
You effect me
Just by holdin' my hand
By holdin' my hand
If
Deeply sick on our way back
Sick with the ways of life
Displaced from our land by the Mongols
We must seek our home to curse
Wallachia
Only we know
In collapse the pinnate symmetry of kin spirals stag
A mass scattered by absence and fragile ore
Callow blades diffused in pine
Magnified by
VERSE 1
Slow death!!!
Denied by life
Marked by envy
World mortal hate
No light no air
VERSE 2
Worms corrode!!!
Your rotten flesh
With scorn smell
take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
With this fang, obstruct the entryways: the gates
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that
We scorn the weak and praise the ancient light
Driven by the solar will, by the spirit of the noble past
Superior blood - the axis of evolution
No
self-destruction
Extinction by way of our own corruption
Profound disdain for the human race
Eternal scorn for each man born
Hatred never dies, despondency survives
Take the scorn and wear the horns
It was the crest when you were born
Your father's father wore it
And your father wore it too
Robin Hood
of the present
Fear of the future
Septic schizo [Repeat: x3]
Stained by blood on the face
I see that my life goes by in front of me
As an old movie. I feel
Sing it for 'em Pleasure P
Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now
gotta get gotta get my hands on you
and by the way that she
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