Down here the blood runs so deep and the flies hang do thick in the air and its not about sinking or swimming its about seeing who can get the biggest
A fond farwell to safety and comfort its time to dance with the devil kill the self righteous slave driver he winds the clock that you punch in/pounch
never ending relentless its endless pounding torment with every footstep pray for me to find my way pray for me to find my way found my way home.... at least i've found
Yeah lets lay this fucker to rest... The last thing i want you to hear is the sound of your own voice screaming for me to stop .....beg for me to stop
it was the true face of man its all coming back to us now.....(if we don't stop)were gonna be in a bad way...in the worst way forever hanging from the
I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife. [Solo] Turn not away, avert not your face, this is how it was meant to be. In silence found hanging
dead, I'm gonna have to put you down for a while. I count the years, And I shed no tears, I'm blinded to what might have been. Nature's voice, Makes
think we play, Nigga, me deadly wid the gun, Machete be dipped in rum, Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin' Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead
po-po, pow Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang
s pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is enough If you walk away, I'll walk away" (And then he shot me dead) I found a
his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I?ll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From
one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is enough. If you walk away, I'll walk away." And he shot me dead I found a
me wanna cry The message you're sending me, baby Tears me up inside, tell me where Where are all the butterflies Do they no longer move inside Of you, my love Are they dead
Disseminated skin flayed from ten human heads Occluded and distended, upholstered dead flesh Emasculate, discarnate, debauchery with the dead Molesting
: I'd like you to meet my last queen, over there large as life She's been hanging there for almost a week, my poor late wife; What do think of the colour
the streets Like the crust of the sun The Bewlay Brothers In our Wings that Bark Flashing teeth of Brass Standing tall in the dark Oh, And we were Gone Hanging
a runaway train driver. I'm a runaway train driver. I'm a runaway train driver, heading off the rails. I am no ordinary vandal, oh no! Hanging on to the dead
crying in my sleep And the pain just grows I don't know who's right or wrong But all we had is dead and gone So why you keep me hanging on Heaven only
