Lyrics:
the things I've seen Perverted minds and sickening dreams I can sense your fading power Welcome to the 11th hour I have seen all things unreal Obscuring clouds
demons
and breathing in life...
"I don't want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord...
thought His hand I am
I have forgotten how to bear or understand His
Degradation, i don't want your,
rhinoplasty, i don't need you,
not any more,
though i am a perverted man,
disproportioned, version of a,
my veins. Need to breed is to create. Fires of perverted taste burning for spirit of death. Lead the way rapturous paradise. Sins of death born
of the
Guardians of the perverted beast
Brought back from hell, the taste of life reborn
Slipped through the hands of the
Guardians of the perverted beast
know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all, see the love there
this scene, there is a history of power-sick men
Indulging their corrupt and perverted whims
Getting inside the minds of fans and manipulating their way
according
To the courses of this world according
To the prince of sin
That was the beginning
Sin works against us it is not our friend
We all had perverted
subhuman sinner perverted loser degenerate
all the motherfuckin' above I
Fucking refuse to let you shove more shit down my fucking
throat fuck that shit I
Prudish in life a whore in death
A perverted demand for flesh and bones
Hunger (and) sex starved only this two feelings
Are what's left, two needs
violently thrown
Perverted all they consume
From here and now on
Perverted plane they choose
Choose to live on
The gate is open
You turn to see
A new face
Eternally human, an unworthy prophet
My father, whom pillaged and cleansed on a voyage of impurity
A barbaric pastor procreating a perverted foul egg
And I
know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all, see the love there
views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
She'll hear me out and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking, in fact, she'll often disagree
Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she
views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
She'll hear me out and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking, in fact, she'll often disagree
views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
She'll hear me out and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking, in fact, she'll often disagree
I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she
trouble.
Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed
Look into infinity, all
to have you painted in the company of angels
Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels
The patron saint of television smiles
how you were diverted
You were perverted, too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all
See the love there that's
views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
She'll hear me out and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking, in fact, she'll often disagree
niggas on the need to know
Basis, my manager back in the days was racist
I was a young boy, passing skates and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who
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