I'm not like you I can't pretend. My body won't let me get away with it. I'm not your friend. You've been trying to make your pieces fit for so long
titties hang I'm a grown man I just let my nuts swang bust another tooth ahh thats another hockey puck slang how you get ice in alabama man cause I'm
earth, then from the womb to nurse But it likes the membrants, how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance
schemes for the cash But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts My moms told my ass: hit the floor! Before the hot ones echo through the window
when our steel's to the test I know every man and will give his best We stare with defiance and our eyes are ablaze We will kill every man who tries
in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Shepherds why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings
of the line Got your fiber optics, got your savin' plan In the off peak hours, honey, I'm your man, I got my callin' card When I hear you echo off the
acknowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash" "It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo Heartless kid, hollow
the sailor man And I cry to be free Fire on the beachhead Reflecting deep blue sea And we sail from the mainland And we sail to be free Whisper softly spoken Echoes
The silver opponent allowed this retreat Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man
the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the
the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria... [Chorus:] Gloria, In Excelsius Deo Shepherd why this jubilee, Why your joyous strains prolong What the gladsome tidings
I rode the sky above the earth I felt the breeze of the world What was lost I should have retrieved What was real Was long gone within of me Crimson tide
saditive when you get tortured by this fucking native My animosity for a female never quits So I hang you to die - on two hooks through your fucking tits (*Echoed
When the tears of man will cease And His mother holds Him closer For He is the Prince of Peace Let the bells ring out these tidings Let it echo across
our land They took the occult magic of the white man Now in this age of iron when the end is near The wolf it cries out for the night man Summon the
