Lyrics:
upon his face
And whiskey for a knife
You could steal my faith
Or show me Jesus Christ
Bad dreams in the day
Like a trail filled with tracks
They're
a motherfucker,
I'm staring at it back in amaze,
Never get in the game, feeling like I'm trapped in a maze
All these rappers keep rapping at me, the one that
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
Christ is failing you,
Like poison running through
Does God know what to do,
As I tell the harboured truth
While grief lies at your door,
For
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well
He
to night, back through darkness to light
It's office is yo life, builds a fortress that's tight
You can call it Christ or whatever you like
But to ignore it
Evil son, spread your wings of deepest black
Spit on God, may His lies be forgotten
The son of the mourning, a gift to our earth
Christ stands tall
Life in the bubble, there ain't no trouble
We like to judge our books
By staring at the cover
If one of us should stumble
We'll hide in undercover
Your prayers,
I don't feel them in my heart
It is not hate
That I stare coldly at the son of god
I can not force the blood of Christ
To flow
Twisted intention
Lucifer, the highest angel
Wanting to overthrone God
No impurity tolerated in God's presence
Like a lightning
Falling down to earth
Dear ........
Thanks for your letter. Sounds like your living life the way you
wanted. And that makes me smile. No I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg
believe in christ
When we get in
No that's a fat crack
That I'd like to smack
To the beat man slippity slap
And she grabs my ahhhhhhh
And she's
hurt me and
Clown me around making
Me look like a fool
Oh is that true?
Oh I forgot I've been using
You as my tool
You know how to let
People down
became aimless
Searching for an answer can’t fake it
It wasn’t all supposed to end like this
Still can’t believe I had to write this
It’s so hard to say
Don't throw your stones
Cause I turn rubble into building blocks
Someone get me out my ego
Stop pretending like were equal
I made a home for all the evil
gringo we wait in the shadows with barrels and more
Get stepped on like Wanderlei, make you my bitch like Im Chael Sonnen for the day
Put some respect
predication, y'all using Christ as a decoration
Since the reformation, denominations and section claiming
Led to depreciation but of the church, why y'all
by himself
But he’s a very simple guy
Nobody knows him in the world
His nick is «wooden» but it’s all right
And he was born till were going on
Couple
saying this for likes
But I'm good if I can lead one soul to Christ
Going, I'm going
My destination's higher
Don't stand
Too close
My power up is fire
I
let bygone be bygone
But a all a we money you use to by gun
Uhnuh get the planes and from the war guns
Promise we plenty but we nuh get none
Flinging
gon' start to tell the
Truth when the fun stops
Analyzed, it went on your blog site
I know that the devil is a lie
But I'm god-like
I ain't with that
painting pictures on my Neumann
Annoying bitches blowin' my phone up tryin' cop a quarter
I'm like damn lil' mama can't you see I'm on my Basquiat
Fuck
ain't done so I'll be leaving
I'm coming back to say Jesus wants your allegiance
But many say that He ain't real cuz I ain't seen Him
But I feel Him like
tears
What satisfies you for the moment
Start's to disappear
Like there's a void up in your heart
No love
Only despair
It's only Christ
Yeah he the one
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