Lyrics:
light of redemption
You fight for your life
Innocence is lost
And it cannot be found
Hence the holocaust
Tis' in sorrow we drown
All fall down
stone-still, hence
In my own non-existence and muse upon consequence!
Blood stained clay, forth from our sacred disarray
Someone will walk a new way
and hence
I'm remembering what I came here for
I'm remembering the things I want more
I want more than the easiness
I want more than the dangerous
I want
the question
of violence, we have to recognize that it is a tactical
and hence moral matter. incidentally,
tactical issues are basically moral issues.
they have
father, what will we become!!??
Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well
The world succumbed, some tell
And there I stand stone-still, hence
the secret of the emerald tables
Hence the planets were formed
As below so above
What's below is above
That's the secret of the ember
And we're one with
ever known
Sensational feature
Hence we roam, Hence we explore
Where there's smoke, must be fire
Must be flames, must be fuel
Mark these words, they
the consequence
Never knew
Never knew
Never knew
I'd say hence
If they wanna take
your voice - must take your soul
If they gonna take
your soul - well not today
the order that despatched them hence?
Could he have sent them to safety abroad,
To his sister, Margaret, away from discord?
A good man maligned or a murder
show dem pepper o
Wetin dey o, wetin dey?
No one dey o, no one dey
No be say they follow you grave
Hence why I'm in my own lane
Wetin dey o, wetin
it's fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for short insight
Though all of past hence waits
In sanctity's sweet embrace
Hear my song
Everyday I shine
Hence why they call me Sean Don
Rinse and repeat, I climb
Ya boy always home before nine
Discipline, I'm in line
But its all a fine line
penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill
That's why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (yeah, hold up)
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
stupid? You cows you'd think to sing was a crime.
In defence now, hence now, here comes Adele McCluck:
Cheryl's solo)
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say,
you'd think to sing was a crime
In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:
Cheryl's solo:
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't
man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to hang and he shall
Be the best knight in the world.
a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Magic Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like
We know
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
sighing, their girlfriends crying, hearts were pounding when;
The Big Noise dances, hence romances, it's just astounding when;
Big Noise blew in from
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
From every flower that they sip
And hence they find
Their task is not a grind
For a spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
The medicine go
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