has now come The fallen one has given birth Praise the morning son He now walks the earth Release my soul and let me be Your hand on earth in victory Fallen one
got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one
: I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate
the sun and said revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall
's and out's, and if you don't know then close your mouth Guessin games can lead to droughts. When they fall over, your ass out. Blast em out Number one
daughter In the realm of superstition Do I have to go, where all the sinners burn? It isn't real, am I able to return? MY FUNERAL DREAMS I'm one out
life, with my heart I condemn your ignorant ways Like the leaves of the high trees I wither and fall, Borne by autumnal winds to my funeral hall I'm all
and u fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call
there is an option, to die is to live in her head. So I'll hang on, never let go. I dug this pain into my chest. [Chorus:] It's dead One last chance
certain, life is not I got 13 ways, less than 7 days To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated Fallen
Dogs howl in the distance as she dresses in white Funeral for a fallen angel Funeral for a useless soul Funeral for the life I've taken Funeral for a
: Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe
boys get the worst I aim your forehead it burst I'm evil Fires in my sky I see no diamonds it's true Aim for you guts and blow your breakfast out behind you I'm one
in ya dome, desecrate ya skull A world of pain so hot, Bill burst into flames Psychological spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn
: Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water Maybe I'm
other, they lost they minds, they gone They quittin' school, making babies and can barely read Some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them One
black with a matchin purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall Have to make a collect
: Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe
