Lyrics:
belong to Jesus Christ
We're disciples of Jesus Christ
By the love we show
The world will know we belong to Jesus Christ
We're disciples of Jesus Christ
the book of the seven seals
You know God walked down
In the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
'Cause he was naked
sides
These niggas were aimin' at my v-neck for this whole time
It's like I'm playin' Russian Roulette with this .45
Swear I ain't seen my nigga
Disciples of none
Locked and loaded, cock-sure
(Semper fi! do or die!)
One by one a bolt between the lobes
(Gung ho!)
Ooh! It makes the grass grow
See! It
will be betrayed
Who was beloved will be dethroned
By disciple's crowd of imitators
Your legacy will be hunted down
Our world for centuries
Has been
Beneath a steel sky
My mind in a cage
Enslaved by the madness
All blinded by rage
So untie my blindfold
And give me the key
Releasing my senses
lie – crawl to believe
It’s self-abuse in your eyes
So roll your device, it trapped me by surprise
Satisfaction roulette
Take a chance take a chance
a sensation.
I leave a trail of rooted people
Mesmerized by just the sight,
The few I touch are now disciples
Love as one I am the light...
Soon you'll
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there
in years
Why aren't you singing it at the
The Countess has been engaged by a well known persona
Well known?
I have never seen the guy
Hey, how
and he will speak in the minds of men with empathy, and men will be enchanted and become his disciples and men will be consumed by fear and become
disciples of Cam's town
Call us disciples of Cam's town
We are disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down
I will stand by this loyalty
For
left that won't get caught in it
Slaves to the screen
Disciples of greed
They want our end and they have the means
Slaves to the screen
Injustice
out!
And we don´t need you
Brazen asshole
These attitudes suck
You don´t wanna friends
Only disciples, by your side
By your side
of my evils
God bless me and all my foolies, my disciples, and my people
Say a prayer for the nine one time
Niggas that robbed me by the Ryan one time
the bumpers, always playing clean
Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He's a pinball wizard,
and reason wanting to fell life flow
decreasing executing orders given by deathlike conjurers
analysing the means anddimensions
expirmenting with demise
we belong to Jesus Christ
We're disciples of Jesus Christ
By the love we show
The world will know we belong to Jesus Christ
We're disciples of Jesus
Turn away
From the demon haunting this decay tonight
The disciples have chosen you for sacrifice
So run and hide i'll protect you by my side
I'm
End it all, end it all
I wan' put a gun to my head
Let a bullet install
Russian roulette with myself
'Til the gun hits the floor
Hope it ain't my mom
not hear their cries to be set free
Gross consumption, a lifestyle crafted by the bourgeoise
Your indulgence in life, a life of abundance
"Higher level
Jesus was a-walking by the Sea of Galilee
When two brothers caught his eye
Simon called Peter and Andrew were their names
They were casting a net
dog
Always taking the high road
Ridding your mind of these jaded disciples
Picking the world up by the scruff of the neck
Spending every day like it
The roulette game of destiny
It's hard to choose, it's hard to see
It's wrong for you or right for me
Ups and downs are all the way
Some peace is what I need
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