crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up but wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass Man breathes his own deceit Man
Nancy saw him on the street His shoes were shined, his suit was neat She couldn't see his broken mind Behind the mask of being kind He sleeps inside the iron
Man, it's that deep It's a tragedy when you can test me Heard I run in houses, don't put it past me Hell, look boy, you betta tell deez niggaz Fo' I mask
The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies... The puppet-man is ending his workday
man. At the local gig on Friday, the zombies all would dance, and eat the eyes of the DJ, who put them in a trance. The man in the iron mask was shooting
forgotten by no one You lived for the touch for the feel of the steel, one man, and his honor The smell of resined leather, the steely iron mask As
In a corner forgotten away You lived for the touch For the feel of the steel One man, and his honor The smell of resined leather The sticky iron mask
I burn down your block First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror
me to the basement let me count the holes in your foundation ancient ridicule system alert, kissing my lurk the perch of rare grimace on iron mask i
coming, Mr. Fahrenheit. I said he was a queer, he died of Aids that year. My liberty, like Christ's death meant nothing to me. blind man's bluff burns
seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest - (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to base a movie on?" An iron
my man Christ album Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask
in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag A body fucking bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick a stick
some doors, I'm puttin a nigga on his ass And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag A body-fucking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick-a stick-and
your face 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout
all the flyin' glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath?ll last, I put him in a leather mask
-Saxon I'll smack you wit' a backhand That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin' at your catscan In between albums, I've become a masked man
Head on straight, mask on crooked Exit stage left with the cash gone took it Off like a Koufi, the fit was a bit doofy He tried to get screwy with that