Lyrics:
most productive season
Still a crippling fear has become Caesar and we're slightly moribund
so, naturally I want to help you invoke the architect
in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension
Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention
You got dumped, she came up by spittin'
Out nuts of every
Misguided satellite
I circle by habit
Can't find my orbit to save my life
I want to fall
I want to burn
Like an ignorant crater less meteorite
I'm recording this because the survivors no longer envy the dead
The final war is over
Its architects forever entombed in melted glass and steel
I
name as a face tat?
Know you by your first, can't replace that
Beefin' with your niggas, so you stay strapped
Believe me it's religious, where your
deep inside?
So you say you wanna loose control
Well demolition's coming back in vogue
You can grab it you can bring it to the city
And be the architect
wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation
Put 'em by the basement, bust his chest open
Bash his face
It's calculated controlled. it's infestation of the soul.
Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by hate.
Cruel world order. In malignant image
In the shadow of these black suburban hills
Dreamed by architects who've given up their will
There's an emptiness that never can be filled
Have
the architect of negativity
So come on
Mayhem's knocking on your front door
So come on
Brass knuckles and a two-by-four
I wanna know
Oh, do you, do you
In the face of you
Architect of the demented specimen
The volatile synthetic grin
The third eye sense
Low life appearance camouflages
All my vast
I have crossed this road before for many years, I'm sure don't recognize the faces, though, that pass me by I've been off and on my way again, passed
an architect
They're coming up for the weekend
He never gave her the proper respect
But she still meets the ferry to greet them
Oh, at the summer place
spine.
Take him all apart and put him back together.
Connected by fine wires to a dynamite bouquet.
A is for artist and A is for architect.
Lis for lime
Stain your shell in red
Act on my request
Suspend me by the neck
Make me whole again
A familiar face
A bed of thorns
A minor scent from where
(music by Nergal)
ascend as empires burn
Conquistadors ov the promised land
Like the sons ov Anak
They shall rise from beyond the dawn
Rise
Don't put your fist up
Fill them
Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
We're the architects of our last stand
There's a war going
the soul brother givin' 'em
Let your mind connect to the injection in your ears
The architects flex on his set skills of inner depth with no slack
Observe
I saw flowers by the side of the road,
The flowers distract me from the side of the road,
The car brakes the belly aches,
One short year I've been
go by the lesson
Then it's all within us, true and deed 5%er
Divided by 95, with 85 sinners
Now who's the winner, who's the loser, who's the ruler
Mix
the same
Shorty got expensive taste
Got her in Dolce
Shorty gotta slay
I got hella waves
We smoking by the bay
Aye, got expensive taste
Aye, let’s spend
Life
By the way, do me a favor
Give it a chance, if a nigga has flavor
Years surpass now trained and it's over
I'm bein' intoxicated, now I'm kinda
sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated
sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated
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