bled all we had But out momentary joy was a lie And heavenly moments never last In the grave of our souls hope lies buried Wasting time in our sweet wicked circle
we bled all we had But out momentary joy was a lie And heavenly moments never last In the grave of our souls hope lies buried Wasting time in our sweet wicked circle
Action Bring It Rap It Sing It Bust It Whateva Dog Whateva Ya'll Want To Do I'm With It Wicked Wicked [Chorus:] Go Loco With The Heata Nine Milimeter
to sway Oh, stay with me, Arienette Until the wolves are away The wicked are vultures And they bake in the canyons They circle in sunlight And wait for
s sworn to protect our world from hatred and scorn He will not fear though the Sabbath is near twelve strokes for Candlemass darkness descends [Chorus] "Break the circle
my wicked mind Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows
the circle We have been waiting Everyone's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall, all for you, heretic Demon heart bleed for us
Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) Though God bless, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I hear
: They say I'm gonna be dead by day From the words I say, so hey If I get a little wicked it's ok But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay I'm not bitin' my tongue
journey, I reach its end and take a breath, the wicked shadows of my memories embrace me once again. And so now my blackened heart forged with hate and will for
unknown territorys y'all. We into the crop circles, It says time waits for no mutahfuckin' body. After this short calm, a vicious storm will arrive. A horendously wicked
fuse I've got no time to love Just a city to abuse Oh baby I was born With a fast fuse I've got no time to love Just a city to abuse Come get me Wicked
pictures Hunting a dream of blowing flesh Separation of mind to a big tragic end Bleeding humans for unknown sin In a circle of burning fire Frost wick
For the power that's inside you Is there for the strong To survive the night And with evil always rising Her faith is on the move So the wicked has no
a well trained animal, you move next Stylist got you dress, like you comin in from Budapest Lookin like Burt Lancaster You slow to circle down backwards
for it's eye for an eye Took the life of my brother, for that I ride like few other Plant a mole in my circle, that's a dead undercover Ya'll been pickin
this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked
