Lyrics:
Over the blood
That was spilled when the
kings of the old times were one
Cause She's sick of the way that we take away all of her
These are
sand
The pulled out nets are empty
The wheat have merged with earth and fruits became just solid rocks
The children ribs are exposed
The skulls are
Styles are free but I prefer typing
Molding to your friends cause they hyping
You the type to talk but they fighting
Running away from pain you felt today
Watch this
None shall escape on Jah judgment day
And they will never get away
Babylon your days are expired
It's time to burn you right away
the blame, for the sake of my name
Our blood on your hands, running hot in my veins
They say "Do yourself well and stay away from your family" what?
Build
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smoky roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home beneath
A twilight sky
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smoky roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home beneath
A twilight sky
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smoky roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home beneath
A twilight sky
play a little game
look into the abyss
I'm calling you a name
the flames are getting higher
Don't you dare me
don't you scare me
don't you walk on by
day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on Main Street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am standing in my bare
On this cold day in July
Sun's comin' up, comin' up down on main street
Children shout as they're running out to play
Head in my hands here I am
are loved, deeply cared for
By the father of lights
We sing la la la la la la la la
We are the children of God
La la la la la la la la
We are
on the couch
You hit your children, then start freezin' 'em out
You try and work things out, but it's never the same
All the women in your household are
to look under the bed
Never quite sure, are they real or are they in your head
Monsters are at your door
You should be running away
You should be running
You were formed from this wisdom. My tree children still know this they are this wisdom naturally. Only my human children started to turn away from this
and children and watermelon wine"
He said, "Women think about they-selves, when the menfolk ain't around
And friends are hard to come by when they discover
running
Up to me
From the deck of the ship
And he said, said he
O are you the boy
Who would wait on the quay
With the silver penny
And the apricot
what's left of what we once were
We are falling far behind.
There's so much stacking up against us and we're running out of time.
We are but hopeful
an ankle from a villager running by, the blur of a stone kicked by children's legs, agile and strong. More than these fragments of images, my world is
of children calmly tortured
By their papa and their mama
And the blood of men whose
Heads bleed in padded cells
And the roofers blood when the roofer
Slips
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
you
Days when children say funny
And brilliant things
Like savages trying to send you
A message through their bodies
While their bodies are still
Alive
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