Lyrics:
The chimes of doom loom down on me
I have forgotten the person I used to grieve
The chimes of doom loom down on me
I have forgotten the person I used
loom
They don't know nothin' that you can't find on the shelf
And what you really don't know you can only ask yourself
Jesus and Nietzsche sittin' in
of silence
He remembers the end
She starts panting little, little tiny notes
She starts panting little, little tiny notes
The sound of the tractor
Looms
rings true.
The God of Peace, his horn's sweet song,
Brings harmony, where it once was wrong.
But deep inside, a shadow looms,
A demon's call, in silent
trials may assail and darkness may loom
Know that God's love will forever consume
When doubts cloud your mind and fears grip your soul
Remember in Christ
the Dreamweaver's loom
In poverty's vale
Or abundant wealth
Fading in sickness
Thriving in health
With a thankful heart
For the things that I love
And enduring well
she like
AH, AH,
AH, AH, AH, AH,
She wanna fuck she like
AH, AH,
She like Loom she like
AH, AH,
She like Loom she like
AH, AH
AH, AH
This for you pussy
of fuel
Doom looms large on my horizon
Mountain toxic, river poison
Fools get votes in a democracy
We'll build new ring roads
To go nowhere in
wa, la, ba, loomba
Wa, la, ba, loomba, wa, la, ba, loom
She was the only one to love him up right
Miss Thing, where you gonna go?
You ever seen a man
It was the dirty end of winter
Along the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon hand
And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no
of the Loom
Boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room, room
This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up,
burned every bridge
and bounced all about
but I always meant better
I pull apart
every piece
and call out the beast
it looms around
it never roams
too
In the quiet of the cellar, in the farthest of rooms
She sits at her loom and she weaves
The mold and the laundry, they mingle a scent
As she sits
at an accelerated rate causing doom to loom
Waiting for the moment I decide it's time to die
Grim loneliness and sorrow thrives in me
The seeds of hate have matured
It was the dirty end of winter
Along the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon hand
And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-boom-bam-boom tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-boom-bam-boom tutti frutti
au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
au rutti
see?
If judgment looms under every steeple
With lofty glances from lofty people
Who can't see past her scarlet letter
And we've never even met her
from the comb
Ravel thread around the loom
Dig the dirt up from the tomb
Dr. Watson, I presume
One will follow
Two unknown sorrow
Three for
But the kind of row I can really hoe
Is playin' in tune on time
With rhythms all around us
We're like weavers at the loom
So pass the jar and that
a sliding peace, come over me tonight.
Dead or dancin', cross the room,
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all,
Or heaven's underground.
and why"?
I can't remember many moments in the light
This retribution has defiled me to no end
An execution without merit looms ahead
Tell me why!
I was
My man flies today
Might as well have gone to the moon
If you see him, would you send him back my way?
Some threads don't fit the loom
Some
the guise looms a twisted mind
Bent on annihilation
Violence breeds violence
Winds of war, blinded eyes, sacrifice
The age of innocence
Terror strikes sky
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