Lyrics:
Cold light
I'm going home
By bus
Across the town;
Just forward
No matter where you are
Drag my body down the route
To the grave
Of all the red days
his coat
Is a red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect
You
gold
We missed the warmness saved us from the wintry cold
No trade with death
No trade with arms
Dispense the war
Learn from the past
dry land (Dry land)
Feeling like Frank Ocean try to swim good riding my wave (My wave)
Both acting on impulsion floating with you feeling no weight (No
the bark
Machine of man reaps doom in its wake
An ocean upon land
Giver of life to the children
Burned at the stake
By those who it helped raise
keep moving past
Feel like I'm about to crash
Riding on my line, keep keeping on, yeah, ooh
Once we were apart and I could see red
Never trying
Will he bring his canoe
And deliver our presents by sea?
Will he send them by parachute
To land under the tree?
Ain't no snowflakes here
When it's
The fighting is over
No matter what fear they might bring
My country will live
The dust clouds are falling
I stood by the river
And breathing the air that
scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA
Most MC's are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral
Ahh no need to... act like he's
and have a ball, let’s see there’s nothing left alive, make sure no-one can survive… The Russians are coming… I don’t believe a word. It’s all I’ve ever
affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (gang)
I think it's my PTSD (whoa), I think it's my PTSD,
brother, when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land.
These tattered battle standards fly, their colors do
The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
Arise glorious survivors, defile the naive feeble past
behold a land free of man, no more memories to regret...
Machine merges with flesh, the strife
can do
He's a god, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
'Tis the season of the mist again
The sun shines no more
It's forgotten by the tired land
The artist paints with a palette of gray
And brown
the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
The War is endless in this land,
When your time comes you'll never know.
Killing people hardens
gon' kill a bitch, steppin' red for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bags, that's border bases
Russian
ends kings
black blood burns black
smoke that shall not
veil the vile past
never forget
the crimes that lead
to so much death
blue blood turns red
Heartache mender take my hand
We'll bury the past forever
Under Hollywood land
A bottle of red can raise the dead
Mmh-hm, if you give me your
to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more
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