Lyrics:
Witches perversion black mass
In the name of the depraved beast
Prisoner in the penumbra
Descent into depths...
Chorus:
Seed of evil
Glory in
She’s Come Undone
Written by Sara Petite (Mark Stephen Jones?)
A little bit crazy, little bit insane,
She’s taking no prisoners,
Unleashing all her
And the colors all burned
And the storm just grew stronger
And the records still turned
I was lost in the thunder
I was lost in the rain
I was charmed by
Enthralled by a new device
You're a prisoner of your vice
You won't be controlling
Your new obsession pays you no mind
Can you feel reality rushing in?
and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well you wore out
Your welcome with random precision
Rode
whose side you're on
You're nowhere
You're trapped by information
Just let it go
The key hangs with your senses
Set the prisoner free
Do we see
yourself
Traumatic fear
Deep seated fright
Traumatic fear
Rooted phobia
Haunted by fear it was left you a vegetable
Paralysed, terrified, you¹re got a mental
Stepping up
No excuses are welcome
Take the cog
Its not your time to show the
World you've come
Prisoners are not an option
So draw your
I am able to withstand
I am able to withdraw
I can break your world apart
By turning your lies into pain
There is a clear social chaos,
Always
Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin
A fugitive, running cause I just won't give in.
and its hard when it's black on black.
Every time in the world someone receives first aid
You can thank Clara Barton for the life that is saved
She lived out her life in a world ruled by
is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our
You are the final kiss
You are the missing
You are the distant home of prisoners
You are the connecting cell
You are the secret room in the house
storm goes by,
I can see a light,
Prisoner of my own design,
My hands are firmly tied,
I could just fade away,
Live a life unkown,
I could be
I was once blinded by Satan
I had no friend
I was a prisoner of these
Of these four walls that surround me
But then
I heard him
A voice calling me
Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke,
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
{Agallah}
Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
you'll
from the bow
Free of it all
Now you'll just float away
Blowin' like leaves on the wind
The rules of the game can be changed
By the one who wins
on surrounding roofs
Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
Evacuate the people inside
Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's dead
I just want to speak my mind
More for you
No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut
No more of my time
I don't really want to change.
(No, I don't want to change.)
Come as you are, step into the light.
We're all prisoners here,
Locked up by our minds.
it takes a separation
To find some kind of clarity
But I feel I'm gonna make it
To the line where freedom waits
And then this lonely prisoner
Can
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