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procession
Grim macabre tribunal
Heretical pervert
Inexorable judge
The sentence is death
By the grace of the church
Inside the torture chamber
The smell

albatross

The old man looks upon
the mourners with a fixed expression
The weather spurns them on
a gloomy, serpentine procession
coiling round the city

bills they wipe away the tears of depression
Time to go bald check the hairline recession
Stunting on our way to the grave this the procession
I gotta say

won't miss you
I'm not a coward, I'm a manic
I'm a cool kid, I'm pathetic
And I've been saving up to get to heaven
I'm a stopwatch, a procession
RIP YOUTH

baby girl
And now I’m sitting here wishing that you was in my world
My beautiful my prize procession she gone
And none of these girls can amount to you

my paths 
Lost every trail
Mutilate the veil
And scream

I'm starting to revel in processions of pain
Come give me hell, I'll welcome the stain

We're

Find your path because my affliction will not heal
Simulation procession, of my education
Friends taste the symphony of time, the searing divine

simple blunders
And the funeral just ride on by
Procession whole street wide
Til niggas get shot in the parlor
Somebody somebody call the doctor
Before one

a la procession
J'essaie d'apprendre Drive my car
Adrien a imprimé les partitions 
Je peux toujours creuser plus profond

Dans le ciel Jupiter et Tesla

I gazed at
The endless mourn
A hoarse voice
Demanding the impossible
I organized the
Procession of violence
We gathered at the spire
That pierced

back and wish me well
Before the reaping's come to pass
I'll be saying a prayer at Salem mass

The mass was in session, a ghoulish procession
Of spectres

On desolates rocks
Wedding procession
Gets struck by
Unexpected lesson
Collateral damage
Or so they call it
As people become
Just dots and numbers
Blazes

the crown
That’s the way the thing going down
People aggression funeral procession
Murders the answer without question
Ask I’m through stressing
Use it

the quill

Do what thou wilt
Kill tradition
Start anew

The Devil's lord of the bedchamber
Stages his own funeral procession

God is fickle and so are we
Holy

I'm blessed
I'm blessed blessed

Roll out the red carpet, I'm marching 
In triumphant procession, Possessing 
Countless blessings, When the enemy's

I see the sun
A burning mask of despair
Clouds scrape through an ashen sky
A besotted funeral procession
Seeking lost horizons

I drown myself in

Those who knew me well will skip my procession

a blessin, your procession will carry your crucifix
Metaphysical, hieroglyphic game of pick up sticks
Meditate on 666 during this solar eclipse
I'll curse my

Go around
Like them bands in procession
Nah I ain't stressing I'm dressing
In the most vintage Supreme
Stunting in scenes
Like I'm the young James Dean

A procession now gathers
They've been revealed

There's a longing
For a state beyond
The final sign
Shattered vision
And in these wastes
The barren land cries

regression
possesion
The grotesque Procession

processions, autumnal rites
Ann says, “hold yourself tight if no one else will,
And no one else will”
So we'd roost in some pavilion until curfew came
Duck away

and breast peeling off and hanging loose
And yet without any expression in deep silence they are escaping
I thought it was a procession of ghosts
When the bomb

Moved out to California
Thought I'd make it big out there
With the top down on my 'stang
The wind blowing thru my hair
Took all of my processions