you chose as your own death - drop your pride and fear to death - no hiding here death - Christ made a way to death - before it's too late death to death
Übersetzung: Der Gekreuzigte. Death To Death.
He's a beautiful boy with the saddest eyes Skinny legs and a rock n roll style Sweet as sugar, hard as steel We're the perfect match, we're the real
Feel my desire I have a dark side And I won't let it out when you are around I'm a maniac I killed him myself Now I'll hunt you Til you die on the ground
Ready for a Friday night Damn no this town gonna stand in my way Getting late I gotta go, I suppose Let's save our worries for another day Gonna get
as it all falls away Shattered, I cut my hands as I pick up the pieces Bleeding out, but death never comes to me Crucified, and no one really gives
earth to reign in hell He fears the light He fears the truth He hears what's going to be He spits on life He spits on God He spits up death for you and
money on ya books Destroy double eyed dotted watch devil smiles wid a cush Gotta sell chronic to get me up some mellofied timing televised The crucified
crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death
m out ya mind Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore Back to the groove line Suckers tried to move mine The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace
can't describe the pain you'll feel You can't imagine it cuz Death will A homicidal vital, recital is my title Gotta serious psychological problem, Death
crucified on Lived and died on Suicide on Traces of my bloodtype Traces of my bloodtype was found at the scene of the crime When Rodney King got beat Malice Green got beat to death
what went wrong My whole life my faith was strong Father tell me why should I die This screaming mob yells crucify My curse comes true I have to die Why I am crucified
someday vanish Enshrined in death they shall remain Mr.Fudgie, death came quickly Mrs.Fudgie, slow and sickly Mangled spleen of Noriega Log suck Off, yeah we betrayed ya Crucified
crucify) I have come as a feral thing, snapping at your bloated underbelly To crucify, shrieks of the crucified Let the agony, of the is to be Be the shrieks, the warning of the death
build a coffin Today is death season, a hundred MC's a get murderin I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin Today is death season, a hundred
out your soul crucified bring on the heathen exorcised bring on the demons sacrificed bring on the evil parasite bring on your death to me Torment me
trail, sinners'll go to Hell I got a soul for sale, well; Let's start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what's finna happen next? Cousin of death