Lyrics:
convinced that you're the one
Cause you never flinch under the gun
Lovers kneel by the roadside in pools of broken glass
Gator tails fly like black angels
to forensics
And then medics get hit
Lips spread like books of Dianetics
I'm a credit to my field of study
I, I kneel to nobody
You'll be as lucky
I shake with violent rapture as I gaze at my delicious feast
I cannot stop my salivation
My addiction to murder has peaked
Kneel only to my sick
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]
Hear the thunder, see the lightning
Feel the rain comes poring down
Hear my heart beat, see my anger
Feel
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
abyss, where lie dismissed
Ideas of yours and mine.
But brought to kneel
By the Grecian Seal,
We join the family line.
Figure it out. [Figure it
the wedding song all by myself.
I'll make time to play this game
But if you want my blessing, I abstain
If I'm gonna drive for you this far
I'm gonna drive you
the
Slash of a knife"
How can I accept this way?
A countdown to the final day
Holding by the blade the knife
How can I accept my life?
The Skeleton beholds
to know
The reason why I'm doing so
Is not emotional
Not emotional
Not emotional
Yesterday I drove by, I don't know why
I saw you in the hall
Kissing
a christian church
Which is built on ancient ruins
The dark and narrow cryptic exert a strong influence over me
Inside the crypt I kneel in front
A poisoned tongue, home of perverted lies.
Bloodfilled lungs, exhausted by your lust to sacrifice.
Religion, wield the axe of god, release
SLAVEDRIVER
Suppressed by hate and subdivision
Tangled up in chains you judged
me by the color of my skin
And in your power pose position
You
Tribes of England reunite
March together side by side
For the Queen of Avalon
Make believe
Tales and old stories
Legendary Majesties
On the throne
Is
propagate). The narrative never fits the crime. Democracy's died this death a thousand times. The masses kneel before the golden cross - held by the priest who
doubters say
Sunny days will come my way
Then the birds come out to play
By the light of one sun ray
Now I kneel me down to pray,
“Please, God give me sunny
Voice of Disgust
Speaks of vain intolerance
To children taught to kneel and pray
Doctors pulling legs and arms
Piece by piece
Young mothers problem
Brave sons of the pagan age raises
By the summoning of a wind from the past
Silently watching the valleys below
As the northern light crosses the sky
song
Stars blink from a sky of Indian ink
While I kneel an pray
Wrap me up in a dream of you
Throw me away
I'll sit and listen as the clock ticks by
and king.
Giving God the highest praise.
(Verse II)
God engineered the heavens,
The earth the skies and seas.
He created all we know of
Just by
Warmachines at war! Warmachines at war!
Warmachines at war! Motherfucker!
Warmachines at war! Bitch!
A thousand tons of steel
Driven by iron wheels
Ready or not
It will come to be known by us all
Where leads the winding path
Over tar fields aflame since eden's fall
Cross hidden cracks and furrows
few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our
The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by
who kneel, those who pray
There are those of high degree
There are those who find enlightenment
Where it was and will always be
So let me go where
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