speak up As your body could talk Wake up Check the new sound now Never break down Never break! Burn... burn... burn... burn Burn mother fucker Burn... burn... burn... burn Burn
Übersetzung: Der Tempel. Burn.
economy. But is this working for you? You're running stride is just to keep the pace. AND I WATCH THIS BURN YOU ALIVE. Burn you alive. Burn your life.
: [Strophe 1:] Die kleinen Heiden aus der Vorstadt tragen heute Nasenringe aus Stahl; Die Marchen vom Sohn eines Zimmermanns sind ihnen vollig egal;
let go! Never give up - it's such a wonderful life. Don't let go! Never give up - it's such a wonderful life. Driving through the city to the temple
my flesh is burning from the embers but still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash but the
no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game? Now it's time to make you feel the pain Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple
no way that I had to turn Sherm, but alot of these niggas won't learn But tha money I earn won't burn So come again [Wish Bone] Betta watch that Mack
nigga that came back ridin' dirty, stylin' murda With a weapon up under my seat, you creep, indeed you'll meet the burner Burn baby, burn burn burn, set
more Help me restore To my sanity At this temple of hope I need to learn Teach me how Sorrow to burn Help me return To humanity I'll be fearless and
: There`s terror in the middle east A mighty beast has been unleashed Doomsday has arrived for the deceivers In timebomb-temples; loaded prayers Religions
t let go! Never give up - it's such a wonderful life. Don't let go! Never give up - it's such a wonderful life. Driving through the city to the temple
MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn
and tears City of the dead Gone forever in the meadow of rye Youthful lust beneath the summer sky Her sweetheart died a suicide When he lost his love to the temple
masters whippin' niggas Pickin' cotton, Bin Laden shockin' 700 Monks with their teeth rotten speak doctrines A man enters a temple with his back hunched
the masters who crafted ecclesiastics Telepathics, communicate by telegraphics Bomb and corrupt Catholics Tie 'em to the stake like Joan of Arc then burn
the road, instrumental Have a nigga sentimental, statues and monumental The kind that Ghengis Khan was sent to Sorta like Islamic temples and castles
all seen shakin the tambourine, shakin all the cymbal They dwell in the Temple of the Mental No more poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin Forever burnin
