Lyrics:
DEMONS CRY
Dig it dig it dig it dig it
Back to the grave
I ain’t a slave
Take it to the grave
I come from the dead can u can u
Can u be with me
the price!
We have been construct our fate
The Agents of Disease unleash a cruel genocide
Each mistake condemns us to our grave
Deploying his wings on mankind
At the mention of His name
Be still now
Fear you have to leave this place
For our Kings of Kings He reigns in power
He has overcome the grave
and shave
Use two hands tryna test this gauge
Oh my, Saints tryna join this wave
O'Malleys should act their age
VB still sitting in their grave
Sirens should
the grave
We danced around the weakness of our love (of our love)
You were my best friend and then some, my invisible rock
You fed me and clothed me when
The graves will give up their dead and sing, war is the father of all things
The graves will give up their dead and sing, war is the father of all things
The beginning, disorder of the earth, deadly disease called man
Epidemic of our inheritance, monstrosity, mankind
Start of the end, death by
and make your grave
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama, save me
Oh, come on and vaccinate me
'Cause I don't want the same disease
That everybody's got these days
I
cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
This tragedy unclear
Mass graves fill the ground
Eradication feared
Defeat, sealed by fury
Rampant, famine and disease
Oppressed, hope is
disease
Liquify sub-zero freeze
Initiate to terminate
It's you that moves the hydro-electric
Guide me down
You dominate me
Invite the noose
lord of the grave
Commanding forces by decree
Long riddled with disease
They reap but do not sow
I am lord of the grave
We are disorder
But we are the forces of peace
We are the healers
But we are your lethal disease
We are not puppets nor intruders
We're
cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
Programmes of violence,
As entertainment,
Brings the disease into your room.
We know the germ,
Which is man-made in metal,
Is really a key
on his way
Well get'em back to where he started from
From the mountains to the sea
It's a fact we're always on the run
It's a terminal disease
How - How
piece by piece
I painted my idol in the walls of my brain
It seems I've spent my whole life with disease
'Cause you're just a ghost, and I was just too
The touch of death is coming
There's nowhere to escape
Your life is slowly fading
Into your hollow grave you can not be saved
You can not be saved
are:
Debauchery, disease, insanity, blasphemy
Death and hell
Yawning to receive it's putrid mass"
(The ground shook, and the sky burned)
These are
With a loveless disease
Like a midnight creature without a home
A raven with no wings
A grave without a stone
I’d die like a tree without leaves
In
made
It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days
They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu
Carry through the icy winds our
themselves again and again
They make their own disease
And the end they will not see
Yesterday I had a girl
To me, she meant all the world
Until
I give you the teddy to put you in bed
And here's an axe to chop off your head
I give you a pill to cure your disease
And here's a gun to put you
Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifyin'
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