Worshipped and praised, with constant suffering Put to death for a cause or belief Bow down to me, now you're just a memory Your soul now cast, finally
your love Only your love, your love, your love Verse 2 Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Love me Lord you sho do I done lied and cheated and cheated and lied And treated
bloody my hands til the last breath be torn from me So blindly we walk the winds of these plaged streets Dead the once feeling part of me O lord divine
: Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt. The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut. The sanguinary
eyes clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me perfection; a murder divine i hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp as i poke and
: (1913-1938-197?) (Bowie) Watching him dash away, swinging an old bouquet - dead roses Sake and strange divine Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh you'll make it Passionate
fact it's been heartless 'til the end. With everyone helping me go down, And all the misery that's around! My blind vision! You'll all dead by morning
: Infected by invalid behaviour While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the
The 5 Elemantz for life my man Thyme Proof, Kyu and Denaun, we move through into time My crews true and divine, we never fronted We just wanted to be funded, and
summoned for a divine cause Remembrance - No But for their future loss This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar... Beduins and
Starks-aligist Fried fish halibut pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born we elbowed our way inside loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and
All hail the glorious dead. Turn the page of fate as darkness feeds our hate. The heart that pulses in my cold and rusted cage, is now black as night and
to guide the way, Our faith in order was a mistake. So fearful and divine and devoid of grace, They try to run but there's no escape. And the light decayed
heart It is not hate That I stare coldly at the son of god I can not force the blood of Christ To flow through me God is love and his love is dead Drown
throat And I ain't watchin' no face And that's a fact don't prove that Just dealin' with beers Most talks are negative and some are dead while live [
treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Bla-ouw! "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead
That tempt me run back and tell ya cronies How I gently mack the tenderonies (woo) The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh) We don't cross-over we cross faders Outrageous, divine
