: As I die Stare as eyes uphold me And wait to see right through And curse me... The love has crippled you Shadows haunt the night Burning my disguise
: It looks to kill And fails to wait in sight It twists me from inside Carry all, heal the sore, I can no longer bleed What is this, thing I've been,
Plead forgiveness father All my troubles fade from view Pale the four walls surround Have I madness in my eyes? While mortals watch the day Our fear
the misguided times See me then, die, fate has control of us all Blemish the quest of all Create the dread Waiting in line, lost in your prayer Lost
m waiting for the dawn Laughter at my every move As if crippled by my thoughts And I'm burning cold, burning cold You prevail in the end (Unlike your god
Pay the deadly price Lift the fallen prize Told you soon will die Sin that sails alight Carry ungodly crimes Travelling out of reach Taking the weight
It looks to kill And fails to wait in sight It twists me from inside Carry all, heal the sore, I can no longer bleed What is this, thing I've been, you
As I die Stare as eyes uphold me And wait to see right through And curse me... The love has crippled you Shadows haunt the night Burning my disguise
Pain... is what we are waiting for Lying deep in comfort, I awake now I cannot believe this tale I cannot believe the echoes... or your petty lies Take
I have seen for myself The rogues of all life born And I'm lying through the night My solemn end And a cold touch of death Takes my hand The only way
Morning's light reflects the doom My soul is free, it lives again To roam alone in darkness Morning... I've cried for god And I've cried for you I pray
The fire is gone, a time to search and then replace I'll never know just how the blind can lead the way They search for faith, it shows the way...it
we hear.. [Killah Priest] 4 grain worn, baptism of form, avoid the vast my space avoids, again between the asteroids for Atlanta upon the planet, lucky bandit, lost
you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
why, we hear.. [killah priest] 4 grain worn, baptism of form, avoid the vast My space avoids, again between the asteroids For atlanta upon the planet, lucky bandit, lost
long where she lost her pocket purse Kept the last picture of the man she committed first Cracked windscreen rain, French murder play Junk take away, tired street parade
on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade Drill more heat than Black Suede, I'm the sun beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to
role models on which later religious based their ideas of "Hell" and "Satan" and his "infernal legions." I am reminded of John Milton, who, in Paradise Lost