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Remembering my father's face, in anger and despair
Cursing at the sky above, collapsing in a stare 
 
I've experienced too much horror
A family's ending by

twenty
I know that I still feel like I'm
Young
Young

You want to live by the water
I, a son, and you, a daughter
Of old
Of old

You want to live by

heaven I'm led
Buried in red
Unlocking those longings in your bobbing head

You don't have to stop to ask me
If you're wishing to set our love free
I

a thousand times
Buried alive underneath the ground 
But I'm standing resurrected from the grave
Look at me now I'm alive

Verse 2
Here I stand, shattered

country!" Its a nation of sadists!
The babies who are buried before they can run
The children whose mothers have never known fun
The daughters whose bodies

more

But I don’t care

It make me go harder

Feeling mixed emotions I was almost a father 

My only wish I get a son and a daughter 

Get all this money

Lives in a dream 
 Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door 
 Who is it for? 
  
 All the lonely people, where do they

the grave robbers
Or the reanimation, oh those buried alive
The human butchers

It's selfish to miss so I stay selfless by I wish and wish
Lost in the outcry

Straight to you grave

Repeat Chorus
Fall By Pride
Fall from heaven to hell
Fall by Pride
By Corrupted heart 
Fall By Pride
Root of all sin 
Fall By Pride

to the text of the perverse molestor

Sing my words of praise
In the names of your sons and your daughters consumed by this plague, we will slay
The savior who

needs not yield
Nor answer or follow
Yet them of abhor became his rulers
By emnity forced to embrace plagues and pestilence
Forced to walk in contrary

I'm on my grind, I always make it here on time
It's so divine, you can see it in the signs
My daughter's fine, cause I'm daddy all the time
I can't

bile, bow to the king
His majesty, the wretch

He's drenched himself in the sweetest of all sin
Just one more rail he cries, as one foot graces his grave

Geto Highlites

Coolio

The Collection

2012

loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he

All hells creatures
Scratch claw and maim
Sifting through your putrid lies
Exposing your shame

Rot in hell your damned forever
Condemned by your web

The Atrocity Exhibition

Exodus

The Atrocity Exhibition

2007

the slaughter
The master often slays her sons and her daughters
Death is but and undress of skin and of bone
When you return to her, no sins to atone
The ending

Rabbit Down the Hole

Billy Talent

Afraid of Heights

2016

Buried in the mail before the early morning
Under the frost that's forming his words are calling
Even though alarm bells ring without a warning

In 1955, a resilient little Northern-Irish woman born in Belfast by the name of Bridget Foody boarded a whiskey freighter to start a new life in

You're about to ride in
 You said that You would pour Your Spirit out
 You said that You would fall on sons and daughters
 And so come
 Oh come, Lord come,

or bothered
All they can offer is a hand into the grave

They found him in the front seat of an old Camaro
Parked along the gravel road on the north end

another way
I'd made space and time to pray
Thought I had buried your transgressions
In a mellow hollow grave
Turns out I buried myself to give you space

be either a perch of peaceful prosperity
Or in a grave buried by thy works of filth
Let no man who holds ambition higher than love counsel you in

friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out
-but it's all good, be'cause they show me love in tha hood
-i got this shit locked,don't worry bout it. lemme

internally painful
I'm externally shameful
Where my gun
Sun beams enter my tear ducks I was blinded by the sun
Nobody dies today

They say never look God in