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hand and touch my skin
I think you'll find that I'm cold
No matter what light you shine on me
You know I have a poor concept of time
Heavy metallic
to God and then I went to sleep with bloody hands
Inside my room, I heard the sirens from the ambulance
I chipped my tooth and then I found a piece
a pussy, pow right in the kisser)
He's never coming back and that's that (pow right in the kisser)
I'ma shoot it 'til my hand cramp (pow right in
the living
Make my skin your sanctuary
Leap to the beat of my blood
So place your hand in mine, drag your feet across the tops of trees
Breathe easy
Touch the leprous for prosperity, stare into the cyclone's eye.
Breathe the vapors for divinity, just take my hand and follow the blind
And dance
from you
But on my soul I swear, for you I will be there to
[Chorus]
You are my flesh, you are my blood
And I will always stand by you, I will
really am not of your kind.
See, your history a book of blood
Horror designed by human brains, I can't forget!
Where are the tortured souls now?
Who
yourselves my very one desire,
Consider yourselves my slaves
Consider yourselves at my fingertips,
In the palm of my hand, my slave."
To "leave your thinking
ecstasy?
What's happening to me?
stir up my blood
Fuck reality
Render me xstatic
Teach me how to see by giving me shades
help me reverse the laws
the fame
That debt was for real but you won't say my name
Well I'll say your name
See Noah Brooks that was bae
That was my hand by the way
'Fore you get
above
Liberation is my highest aim
Priorities will start to roam
In my father's name
Blood will give me peace tonight
That's what I've been longing
retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for
After the battle is over
And the sand's drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the Gods
blow your hands off, before the first show
Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down
Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown
Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips
niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips
caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move
fort
stand in our way
Destruction of life,
But we are the ones who will pay
Slaughter their faith
Killing their youth
Raping their land
By the blood
just a game of chess
Where ancient gods and devils fight.
People stagger by you,
Thick blood running down their faces,
While little jet-black
the yellow lines
I've held your hand across borderlands
A million times in my own mind
Seen highway flowers shake in the wind
Until I'm blown back to you
was the one who was washing blood off your hands
Don't you cry tonight
I still love you, baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's
a rabid dog´s common sense
Dad´s walkin´home, his baby girl by the hand
Askin´ all kind of questions cant understand
Evil men going for the jugular vein
He
"If all of our sins can be redeemed, by the son of man,
Then the chalice can be forfilled again, by one, sinful, man "
One, sinful man
One of all
live is but an illusion
A clever scheme
Watch as the minute hands pass
As they count down to an inevitable end
Hound by cataclysm
Make way for the age
I'm marching to Zion
A camera in my hand
I hear people cryin'
Dyin' for this blood-stained land
The streets of old Jerusalem
Are lined with souvenirs
again, how you got your funny name"
She said, "My house is the only one on that street,
I live at One South Rainey's Lane"
"Jesus, where is he when you
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