Breathing murder upon The early church Destruction, the new faith to hurt Fueled by zeal, a twisted perception Creating disorder a morbid obsession Profession
Breathing murder upon the early church Destruction, the new faith to hurt Fueled by zeal, a twisted perception Creating disorder, a morbid obsession Profession
Übersetzung: Living Sacrifice. Breathing Murder.
MURDER, MURDER, MURDER KILL, KILL, KILL murder, murder hehehehe, murder MURDER, MURDER, MURDER KILL, KILL, KILL "At first I harass them, then I murder
them pins got popped Now they got me on the run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder
killers striking quickly Blood lust, for the living Eat their flesh drink their blood Callous, in their method Murderers, murderers Horrific infiltration
respect around the way and you lost it If a coward dies a thousand deaths, how you gon' live? Nigga you get no love Death before dishonor You sacrificed your breath
of ya What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, callin' ya Livin' like a nigga with six months to live On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a sacrifice
Talking Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x) I'd rather die a soldier Than nigga live a coward (Lord Infamous) Bullets are spittin' alright I will let the metal slide
you, my child And the gift I bring is murder Sumerian death in eastern winds Face the father of your terror Godless warheads wait to breathe Set their
on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not
His eyes are fiery, the flame burns within He wreaks of murder, his mind filled with sin The sickening stench of blood on his breath This villainous beast
pins got popped now they got me on the run cherishing every last breath but I ain't going back its freedom or death that be my motive for murder [begin
pins got popped Now they got me on the run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back Its freedom or death That be my motive for murder Begin
why I want the meaning of my life Do I try to live? Do I try to love? Art of life An Eternal Bleeding heart You never wanna breathe your last Wanna live
killers, striking quickly Blood lust - for the living, eat their flesh, drink their blood Callous - in their method, murderers, murderers Horrific infiltration
sigh of relief through the bus as we leave What the fuck's going on? What they tryin' to achieve? The same city where you live and you breathe The system
