melodies are out of tune Samples of dead Used for recreation But the clones don't have the spirit That we used to hear singing inside Spirit of the dead
Käännös: Blind Myself. Spirit Of Dead.
So melodies are out of tune Samples of dead Used for recreation But the clones don't have the spirit That we used to hear singing inside Spirit of the dead
in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked
road, don't know where I've been We're going down, going down the hard road Don't know where I've been Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran
? The only difference is me I see inside the truth Feel bad you don't know the day gon' come When God has taken you I see the invisible spirits, walkin
read Alice in wonderland. don't make the mistake of pitching to me underhand. today I enter my late twenties officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead
his breath it will burn you And put out your eyes He'll tear out your tongues So you can't even cry That your body is broken And your spirit is dead
thought my thing could be a loaf. Give them just enough to feel hungry but always leave them one more. Once I get a name for myself. Maybe we can open
Celebrate and praise the dead spirit Bury your hopes with him Nobody and nothing can rejoice me except the world of pretence. The god doesn't deserve
mountain disappear And the souls of the tortured finally obtain their long waited freedom Rejoicing in their afterlife Banished is the god - the body's dead and spirit
deaf hear, and the blind see a new scene And everyone is in the presence of the true King No fears, no tears, just cheers For the Father, Son, and Spirit
and don?t know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don?t know where I?ve been. Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind
Intro Going down a hard road, Don't know where I've been Verse 1 ' Suffa Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran's dog, Cos I was going nowhere
beyond threshold of mortal dare Seminal fluid life like man Driving the life of a dead white man Driving, driving, driving Teased to sublime defeat Feast upon horrid rancid spirit
them i dont wanna go to hell i dont wanna go to jail but i wanna kill a man maybe i should kill myself poppin shit, contemplating suicidal situations
