Lyrics:
Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn
What
getting high to get by
Shawty so bad I'll buy what you want little baby, just tell me the price
Ain't pulling out when I get up inside her I don't got
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
the endless scorn.
The death trace is not easy to hide.
Murder, closer to my trial.
I need to end is take it out of my mind, but I’m still alive.
Burned by
Old as time long foretold
We all know how it ends
Before it has grown old
By the hand of the Queen
Our hearts shall be redeemed
(Out for blood call
of dystopian frauds
I will stand my ground
Before the emptiness takes us all
And if someone chases the scorn
They will feel what it's like
And if someone runs in
vibe when the folk run by, in my head
I know they hate me
Mind on freeze, not a time to be, in the hind
I was going crazy
I don't live out on the lavish
of the west.
Trapped beneath the tombstone of death.
I am self doubt, you cannot run, i will not shout
when the wretch looks you in the eye, you spit him out
gonna take the matter into my own
It's a stiff morning and the dream is dead
Gotta shake myself out of bed
Stiff morning, and something don't feel right
big bro just blacked out and all you seein' was the light (Jesus, Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through
Quick wit the hex
Leave you stressed
Take a seat
Before you get this beat
This ain't no hide 'n' seek
Stick'n out ya tongue
I gotta tip for you
How far does this rabbit hole go?
Begging to the moon to come and take my soul
Hanging by a thread swinging from a noose the pain takes a toll
Roll
and angels into ash
No fear no remorse
Bells will ring for battle
Bells will ring for war
Casualties and scorn
Out of this pit we ride the horse again
Bells
when I want someone
Lookin at my arms
boy ya thin as hell
Fuckin wit them boys
Leave you dead or in jail
Fuckin with them toys leave you dead by ya
pack 'em in the aisles
Damnable
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable
André, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast
Free
everyone nearby's already gone septic
"There are some things that deserve a bit of arson"
Scream the words on loop inside of my head
It takes someone special
Wearing em down
And burnt-out
Like someone I know
Pickup the flow
But drop it like it's hot
And go slow
But we know
She knows
Sleeping in bars
Always
big bro just blacked out and all you seein' was the light (Jesus, Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Uh-huh, in the name
The beast within
Untied from sustained habits
Humanity caught up by innate scorn
Driven by shallow considerations
Basic instincts to reveal his own
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!
ANDRE
Damnable!
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
FIRMIN
Andre, please don't shout . . .
It's
even talk to you?)
But I try to talk it out
Then you started laughing
And I thought that we were fine
But with scorn on every breath
You slam the door
wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like an outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never mind
wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like and outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said, "What's he gonna turn out like"
Someone else said, "Never
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