last shall be first The basic instructions before leaving earth Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve I loved doing right but I was
an illusion, either you're deaf, dumb or blind Stupid hypocritical, dumb eighty five, yo it's time See I without me don't exist God cypher love divine
from his pen like polliwogs He knew better that perfume was gravity Pulling him closer to what could be tragedy Love is blind, deaf and dumb, but never
And deaf of all those curent instructions That you - spit on - me Imagine I am one Just like you who believes It's worth to besome one Of love - of
Psycho Realm, P.O.D. Boo-Yah Tribe, what? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a Teflon vest, my words wreck
Torture In Blackest Hate, "Mankind, How I Love Thy Contradictive Faith" Yet, But A Humble Slave To The Present Word I Am Yet, I Kneel On The Cold Deaf
last shall be first The basic instructions before leaving Earth Knowledge is wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve I loved doing right but I was
. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an
Allah, the true and living Cream of the Planet Earth, God of the universe The first soul, black like coal That's how old, there's no set birth record
I am deaf to The word on the line I cling to my records I cling to my fates That fool in the mirror has taken my place And the funniest funerals; the saddest of births
shall be first The basic instructions before leaving earth Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve I loved doin' right but I was trapped
't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks For the love that why their uncle
past the lines of indifference past the stormtroopers of compromise the deputies of damage control the officers of fear as they hand out their tickets to the deaf
is an illusion Either you're deaf, dumb or blind Stupid hypocritical, dumb 85 yo it's time See I without me don't exist God cypher love devine is what
Fatal options will bury one alone A loved one's empty breath A friendship buried six feet deep First time to offer these conflicts Compassion birthed
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck
