Meaningless emptiness religious discontent strike up those preachy hands while your bodies bathe in sin if i had any kind of faith i wouldn't follow
down to sleep pray my soul to keep away from the holy spirit holy ghost they're hiding in the dark Oh nightmare electric chair you might not get to heaven bad
flesh and blood Passion became religion And I'm on my way to God Mayflowers dancing in the wind Like my hands ripping of your skin I cannot overstate this Bad
: She sat on the pavement As I pulled in the drive Wearing leopard skin velvet And shiny black eyes "She looks like a sleeper" Said my wife at the time
old. You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep
: Good or bad, which side are you on Make your choice I hope you sleep well Why can't you see It's only a few that make profit here Lose your voice while
the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
I put it all back together Mass melted chambers strictly guarded by barretas, uh Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat Sweat in my sleep
doin' time, how long I don't know. I'll kiss goodbye my brain and body And go to sleep for generations. And go to sleep for generations.
to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep
Good or bad, which side are you on Make your choice, I hope you sleep well Why can't you see, it's only a few that make profit here Lose your voice while
(late last night) last night you were the end raisin' my spirits my head on the floor turned around fast walkin' back to your door this run of bad luck stuck like sleep
't need forgiving, forgiving Them really gone from bad to worse with them Your careless living, living Me ah boy no go church from how long Rather sleep
trapped in here The only friend I got is my enemy and he's in the mirror I gotta deal with the tension The shit get's so deep, I dont go to sleep Bullshit
or Malonda decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it
am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep
Woke up sweating in the sun Sprawled across my big brother's grave Shaking and drunk with sleep I crawled to my feet and walked up into the shade Of a
to sleep Pray my soul to keep away From the holy spirit, holy ghost They're hiding in the dark Oh, nightmare, electric chair You might not get to heaven Bad
