!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin
: Crying in the streets, they run for their lives. How can you lead them to heaven, they don't realize? Children of the night, how far can we fall
the armies of the Lord Picked up and dusted off their swords Vowed to set the captives free And not let satan have one more What if the church, for heaven
dawn While the sirens sit and comb their hair And twiddle with their thumbs Oh Thor above the mountain Look down upon your children This is their heaven
the holy messiah Let my sword rule the earth I'm your soul savior Turn around and spread my word Soul savior Soul savior I'm the holy messiah Let my sword
of children on his lap top Take your spot and hang on cuz its crowded in hell you in the belly of the beast now it was Heaven in jail and dont try to
flight Silhouettes against the Mother Moon We will be there soon When the spinning ceases you can dance no more Kiss the silent earth We will tell our children
No stoppin once the mission is known You know the topic many prophets can't physically show 'em And many different pedigrees sent from out the heavens
a star and a shield to support you at the nine! [Brother J] It's like A - D - A - M Prepare your mind, run tell your children Fire, air, water, let the
guns, causing a earthquake My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake I give the shit that I know you can't take Fuck out my way for heaven's sake I
out to heaven Or maybe to hell Run, fight For what you believe One day you will be Children of Heaven You lived your life without the sword And now
to you unarmed) We'd rather make our children (We desire to communicate) White Flag Warriors We'd rather make our children We'd rather make our children
swore They'd have it for their very own Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of heaven You can justify it in
only bullets answering every thrown stone We praise our lord in heaven But all our deeds are by blood and pain Let's lay down our swords now And let
armies of the Lord Picked up and dusted off their swords Vowed to set the captives free And not let Satan have one more? What if the church, for Heaven
so long, yeah If you thinking I'm a fucking fall off ya so wrong, it's fifty I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven sitting
Their swords are more, but we still have our pride Oh, Olathoe, oh... Marble walls are painted red, oh don't give our home free See our wives and children
proselytizers who dare step onto our path. Be damned, ye children of heaven, death eternal awaits. Now grasp your swords! We won't grant you a drop. Soon