Lyrics:
no defense
I'm wreaking havoc
Wreaking havoc and consequence
I get reduced by my own willfulness
As I reach for my usual god replacements
at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Raise the art to resistance
Danger dare to be grand
Pride reduced to humble pie
refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
With the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
A, O, way to go Ohio
Well I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back
city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
Ay, oh, where did you go, Ohio?
I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back
refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
With the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced
places
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
A, o, way to go Ohio
Well I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood
gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough god goes riding on in
Riding on in
There'll be no more heroes
They'll be reduced to zero
When that rough
atrocity
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence is reduced
says for self release
Price reduced, make an offer please
Don't tread on me don't you tread on me
Hey, are you ready for some good news?
We're going
some time reduced
That's some bullshit
Nigga, I ain't lyin' to you (I ain't lyin' to you)
But I keep it reduced to bud crumbs
Under my cuticles
Flippin on who ever guerrera
Juventud wcw rappers
This shit trill and ya'll playin
But that's
Sinner man looking for a place to run
Tell the truth in tongues’
Enemy reduced by one's
Thousands 2 can put 10, 000 in flight
Speak truth to power every 24
And watch the wreckage drift ashore
Ten years reduced to one regret
The baggage of war from Shadowland.
Don't ask us how our names were lost
Our nation
your stuff and hide
They reduced my meat and sugar
And rubber's disappearing fast
You can't ride no more with poppa
'Cause Uncle Sam wants my gas
I
introduced
Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord
More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute
You gettin'
it should all be okay (okay)
Your father is rich, he's the judge
He's the man, he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his
it should all be okay (okay)
Your father is rich, he's the judge
He's the man, he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his
occurred that you heard I
Reduced the friction
With crucifixion
Let loose the mix
Then boost the piston
Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Cut like
occurred that you heard I
Reduced the friction
With crucifixion
Let loose the mix
Then boost the piston
Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Cut like
Fiction of the hero
Fiction of the monuments reduced to zero
to conquer the world with blinding flash
Instead reduced it to a solitary ash
While trying to improve on a ray of light
And a grip on the groove
When you don't know what to do
And your mind is getting dark
And the fire that was burning
Has been reduced to smoke and a spark
Every time things
and
He knew he couldn't help them
That's why Jesus wept
Then he saw two armies marching
And he heard their crucifixes
Reduced to superstitious muted
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