Lyrics:
hard to ruin What's simply perfect Spirits are to soar They are not gifts to hoard but to share Still we understand We've all been there We've
to walk unmasked You swarm around like hoards of rats Why don't you pussies just stay home Before you spread Stockholm syndrome
quiet and I am in hiding They've forgotten, they've forgotten I do not want to see I could hear and that's enough, the clashing of the hoards Hoof by
im'ma sick of all these people all around me errbody's shooting virus like a zombie i might hoard up all these masks to put them on me i don't wanna
God bless her Can get Russian reds to yes her Than I suppose Anything goes When Rockafeller still can hoard Enough money to let Max Gordon
does a man need? How much can he hoard before his greed? How can a rich father teach humbleness to his seed? Just questions, the stubborn all get
Ancient sons of a land forgotten Ripe with a burning to conquer all They're coming, putrid hoards of Gaping mouths dripping tar Hear the earth it
Satisfaction unrequired baby A ghetto in your heart Hoards of mass production baby Is keeping us apart I know I wish you were black But ain't no use
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her) Can get Russian reds to "yes" her, Then I suppose Anything goes. When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
reflection of yourself Don't hold back Don't hoard love Don't be afraid To share your love Don't hold back Don't hoard love Don't be afraid To share your love
How vain the toils that mortal men do take to hoard up gold that time doth turn to dross, forgetting him who only for their sake, his precious
your fear just makes you act fucking insane If you got to use your piece at least consider what you hoard A chance to rid the state of lying cheating
Puraani cheezo ko karte hain hoard Daari hai badi bistar machaye shor Fuck the world saanu kisi di ni load Is lifestyle nu munde kende goblin mode
to pick the perfect day (Procrastination) My time is precious, I need to hoard it Here comes my airship, I need to board it Where's the inspiration,
Yeah, woo Aye, aye, aye, aye, let's go Hoard a culture in my room Left inside a box Let them grow their little roots Most will stay deadstock
Can get Russian reds to yes her Than I suppose Anything goes When Rockafeller still can hoard Enough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows
Can get Russian reds to yes her Than I suppose Anything goes When Rockafeller still can hoard Enough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows
Hold the line don't let it break Use your sword and spear A glory death for all awaits All who knows no fear Hoards of men they beat the shields
into boundlessness Relentless concentration won't continue without consequence It's run its course It's time to take back all they hoard They're in
of us all It's no time left There's no time left The knobs broken No replacement She's fucked the most of us all And the skeet overpowered the hoard Like
Observe desolation Take in disfigurement Flooding the containment Calm waves of erasure Invade the sacred hoard Find tools of defacement Beyond your
Clots of confession will bury your lessons And Smother the ethics you've left unprotected Hoards of our interests seduce an addition Of brand new
spittiing on a green tinted accord, Which could mean a sentence up north, Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love, it didn't
journals for your thoughts about me Flipping quickly through handwritten poems and old photos My desperation shows I hoard burned CDs and brand new
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