end Something so profound, something you won't expect take this scripture like a picture and wear it around your neck the sky it opens up don't get swallowed by the flames
away admit that you wouldn't like to live inside me today great expectations we had what hopes burned in our eyes but your sun illuminates the dead pan
admit that you wouldn't like to live inside me today great expectations we had what hopes burned in our eyes but your sun illuminates the dead pan
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flows With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes Wicked pimpin scary bitches livin or dead
burned have never been)) {There was a soul named Damien, he was nothing heaven could save} ((Instead he was cast to the flames of Hell to serve an eternal
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
drop your pieces off a rooftop Re-animator Creator of the murder data The Terminator I murder, then I see you later Living dead, stomping the streets
breaking through Your skin Slow decay from within Silent screams are never heard Echo through the fields of dead Doomed to face a painful end Alone to
in ya brain like spice, without the five mics Heads roll off hilltops when I strike Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame Like the flame, watch
look Trophy wives with their little black books At this rate I'm gonna end up alone It's probably all my fault, all my fault Oh, another dead end'again
Priest:] Flames of brim pebbles, stream of fire I drain the tires screechin' off next to a corpse in the streets of New York The dead corpse get up and
One name Ice, the other name Fire Flames for hair, every pussy cloud desire I spit 'em out in my image and finish At the end of their sentence, these
I walk through my hood like Christ with my apostles Thief in the night, niggas watch my light reflect through my ice The flame in my eyes, Gabriel's blood
She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead
it's a sin, It's a Sin. Just a dead man, walking through the dead of night, And if you are going anywhere tonight? Just a dead end, Walking through the dead
grab your guns! It?s time to murder everyone who has never heard of Apollinaire Send them all to hell it?s only fair Cast them all into the flames if
And I'm with you till the end Yes, it's me you will find at the end of the line As I light the fire and feed you to the flames Meet thy maker!
A piercing light cuts through the night and races across the sky The holocaust is mine and the afterlife is already dead The final night brought to an end