another helpless] We gotta come smokin [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber
: [Lyrics: Bercier, Music: Frydrychowicz] My body rests in a dark chamber As I am receiving final farewells A saddened silence fills the air The smell
[Mad Child] Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons Chamber music, car parked in dungeons Stun gun, never sound
'?) Yeah (Just another helpless) We gotta come smokin' (Fool in love is what I am) This is it (We smoke baby) (Just another helpless) Another chamber
like your moms pots and pans From a smoked pipe, drink it down like Sedan This is how ya enter the Wu-Tang Clan, yeah 36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man
silver hues of purple Inward gazing, where the ripple on the lake The clear-browed one The clear-browed one The pure clear girl Awaiting in the chamber
counting out numbered time, in my chamber shall I shout throw a line my life saver many doors a cracked floor and foundation mirrored walls, imaged calls
his head completely off I've been lived in this town for thirty years And to no one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber
blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber
Stir in darkness through the chamber of disgrace Malicious cellar, abhorrence place Evaporating stench of rotting body parts Nailed to the wall, mutilated
Enter the gates of pure abominations Of abyssic chambers with infinite dimensions Frozen winds, distant shine of stars Distorted reflections of the slaughtered
the Lake and I gaze at my reflection And for a moment I think I see her But the wind blows her away (And meanwhile) Back in the party chambers Restless
and died in your own eyes Relieved me to see my own lies Through the years it has become darker in that secret place His light pierced this lonely chamber
me the power Enchant my darkened soul Grant me the key To the mysteries Wandering alone in the hall of damnation Enlightened by the reflections of the
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast Motherfuckers catchin heat As I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in
you tell us what happened inside the store? Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
ball, There formed a cloud of jealousy. But there's nothing to feel sad about... By this time, it's due for only history. Well, it seems that the chambers
