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I know it ain't promised I'll be back
See if I died tomorrow
Whether from a disease or from a bullet
I wouldn't be mad, I lived my life to the fullest
of a man with no purpose
This is the song you will sing at his grave
But that's me
I'm sad
I'm sick of being trapped inside
It's decaying all I see
There's
they're so right
Others say I'm the missing link
And I set them alight
I say that the fury
Burned out in a hurry
The grave that we dug
Is so cute and smug
Infect the ones, spread disease, seek and kill, enslave the weak, to the last they have to die, Merciless till no one's alive.
Reflection of historie
we gone make em bleed and take it to the grave
I said nigga fwm
Nigga run up get stuck
Since a young jit I ain't never gave af
Nigga like me ion even
I am so tired of being sick
Music is disease, I'm limping
But I'm carrying it with me, this trick treats
I'll be free
And I will speak
'Till my
Listen to me Jesus
This disease deceives us
Takes us for a flight
Then shoots us down
We need some protection from this soul infection
Help us
to all the wreckage
Paranoid, suffocating like I'm breathless
Dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's
a virus
Cold sweats, regret, controlling me
Guess there's no cure for my disease
Headspace locked down in quarantine
Infected with your misery
I
Inspired by insanity
No cure for the mind's disease
No drug to ease the pain
No undoing what's been done
No loss is a gain
You've tortured mother
Show your fucking face, bitch
Execute the mass and spread your disease, it's time to fight back and rise to your feet
You will not believe what you
Now nightmares waken souls
That fear the living's toll
Gova, Bosch and Brueghel
Three times moonwise stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss
I'll dig your graves
We are the atom smashers, we do what can't be done
You are the baby killers, we will explode the sun
You are the masses, we can't
dick the, hardest erection
Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's for protection
When no vest can save, when it's time for ya grave
All the, dirt that
Born, a human life into this world.
Dead, the sad result from disease.
A century of sacrifice is lost in greed.
In a time of massive wealth, where
history
One more time for the record
2013 Philippsburg Confederate graves
Are uncovered, throwing new light on
This 19th century conflict, sparking
disease
You'll join my world of sin
The swamps of suffering have got plans for you
My animal instincts have their sights on you
I'll let you into my
withholding it from within
Got so much inside my body an autopsy will explain
Yet it’s not a disease and it’s all in my damn brain
Yet it’s not a disease
through
I wanna breath you and suffocate
Wanna put you into my vein
I’m your patient, you’re my disease
Role playing game without release
As Ilona and Judit
ghost
Fuck you bitch and your feedback
Fallin to my knees
Trust a king never needs that
Trapped in my own disease
Drowning in my sorrows
Not promised
Cessation of suffering is the path to lumination
Circles of death, a cycle of exhaustion
Disease-like condition, the road to enrichment
Wash away
YOU SHOOK ME UP LIKE A TAMBOURINE
NOW SOMETHING’S WRONG IN MY HEAD
EVEN THE DOCTOR SAID YOU’RE MY DISEASE
SOON BOY YOU’LL BE DEAD
I KNOW YOU DON’T
You violating pig
You’re a fucking disease
Taking innocence
You always do as you please
A retched fucking filth
The kind you can never rid
I'm not sure I want to step outside with my
Emotional haircut
It seems that I've been misunderstood
The look of grave concern in your eyes
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