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Stop this bleeding
Stop this massacre This horror love story
I will never pretend to care
Stop this massacre This horror love story
I will never
Oil in their soil, so the story's not complete
vultures destroy cultures that walk on bare feet
Oil in their soil, so the story remains untold
forth their senseless shadows, resting on their bloodied spears
Enveiled by countless stories of hope in death by their own hands
They are the mist
I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders
Happening just in front of my eyes
Will I ever, will I never free myself by making it right?
I'd give my
hunger shall be sated by the dawn
In marble ballrooms of delight
The erotic and the wicked dance alike
Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for
You ain't gotta be asleep to see these nightmares
Everyday a horror story in these Nike Airs
One great mind ain't great alone so keep the right peers
sound like a drive by
keep chicks moving
heat keep them open
put em in the mood and they leave something broken
D.J set the scene to it in the club
Chortle and gracious
The pastor puffs at parliaments and curses them
To be boring and ageless
Slick grey panels, peeling off of a twelve story building
that sound, do you smell that smell?
The scorched skin of the sinners dwell
And you can hear their voices
And you can hear their stories, their horrors
trading raw stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes
ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught
on the floor
Red wine blood all over the walls
This scene is definitely way too gore
Just as we'd predicted from the 999 call
Their stranglers were no strangers
Start with the part of the story
That scares you half way to hell
The art of life is integration
Of the beauty with the horrors
You wish you could
Is a life the most precious gift
Or a horror story?
Am I supposed to be glad
Or always to be worried?
Once we came in this world
Or maybe we were
On the story of heaven on the hysteria of land
Populated by the peoples
Who surrounded the fertility god of Seneca land
The man and the raga
Brewed up a life
You're ripping at these wounds
that cannot ever heal by suture
And so the story goes
Perpetual in horror
Resign your fate to drown
beneath the veil
Come, join in the throng
Raise up the song, a wake for the light
Come, welcome the dark,
Stories fill hearts with terror by night
Heart of the suitor
Or your God of make believe
You speak to the sky and no one answers back
And yet you wager the word of God is fact
The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity
probably done
So go
Have your fun
My horror story just begun
I don't know if I should
Stay or Run
Being alone can be dangerous
Trapped in my mind
With
of you
Or maybe that's the side effect from my past karma that is due
All of hell's greatest demons and all the trials you put me through
Our horror story
sharp skills were no matched by his courage and commitment to duty
You will hear a world of shadows and secrets, where death comes silent in the wings
I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders
Happening just in front of my eyes
Will I ever, will I never free myself by making it right?
I'd give my
hail the Empire victorious,
Titan spews up the horror swallowed by Vesuvius,
In ancient Greece where the golden fleece never falter,
At Gallipoli – men
the blood you taste
Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it
the blood you taste
Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it
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