, half-beast DEMIGOD and my hanger was never fed my desires never fulfilled but my wish to become the one with the universe has always entangled me and forsaken
hope inside, in my heart where hope has died I been livin' in exile Tears and pain like a stinging rain, have passed before my eyes I'm in exile Forsaken
days of my youth, have all long gone by now I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to or a ride downtown to some God forsaken
I know you want it I know you really wanna get it right Have you forsaken, have you mistaken Me for someone else? Saturday night you sleep With a rifle
incarnation of a king in sleep profound. Another self-proclaimed king, set to rule in the new empire. On a mission to save the forsaken ones and to re
Condemned return of the crowned one Homicide of the first son Continuous trial of the forsaken Bleeding these sores Deformity of this new cult The inbred
I will honor the mistaken, I will honor the truth In the awakening, in the awakening I will honor the forsaken, I will not mourn my youth In the
sat in the shadows of blue My glass quickly drained, I called out the name Said take it out of my youth. My eyes were drawn to the dancers forsaking
has been splattered And no one is telling us why These things are forbidden, they're keeping it hidden And sending our youth off to die We've tried to
take you for a ride How can I protect you from this path Only God can show you that the lights in life burn fast Never forsake you precious days of youth
spent my youth Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Well
! ooh! don't ya linger, now, mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me yeah, ah can feel mah youth
I know you want it I know you really wanna get it right Have you forsaken, have you mistaken me for someone else? Saturday night you sleep with a rifle
crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don?t leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory don?t forsake
po... Every man show know that your heart must be clean Rasta love it when uno juggle righteous Teach the ghetto youths have self esteme stop the ghetto youths
got time to deal with jealousy cause having that disease inside of me been killing me plus fans been feeling me from cities to farms all around this God's forsaken
dreams gone? Nightmares and blank stares And thoughts of you years have gone. [Chorus] Dream Catcher, what's the matter? Face of my youth Forsaken,
man Last night what I seen made my life change [Chorus] I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked So much so I had left my family forsaken A troubled