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crooked got his hand up her dress
Blessed

What I say, goes on more live like my way
Papers got these haters lookin' sideways
Eyes wide shut on this highway

Blood all upon the fucking grave
Kill him for his bounty, I get paid
"There's no good in the world" you don't say
Sit in silence as my soul decays

Banished to hell, but no longer chained by weakness
Unfulfilled volition thirsts for manifestation
With unbounded wrath and might the divine hand

a spirit
Allos parakletos
I know how to get us
From that place of mass uncertainty
Let's put our hands together
Let's say our prayers better
Everybody see

the task was grand cos all across the land 
Wae the refs in stands, tootin flutes in bands
Dear Bobby; unseen Fenian hand

A have tae say, A mind the day
He

of our sordid tales
Sickle, pick and shovel we each take one in hand
A midnite mass mosh in the dark to til this rotten land
A treasure trove of organs,

his head boys and ride ride ride
Ride and ride
Ride and ride

Chorus 1:
From the Texas plains all the way to Ft Dodge
And beeves for the cavalry

Cry possessed, cry possessed, cry obliquity. A feeble hand reaching for the sky. Obscure the stars, silent the mass. Turn your backs, turn your

ballin' when his bitch sell it on only fans
Talk shit, get touched, nigga, no holding hands
Been dwellin' on my downfall like my downfall is y'all only

Seen it comin
I made the deal I shook his hand
He knew just what I wanted now I'm Haunted
By beasts with jagged teeth and rows Of gold
And for the time

Unity

Nesian Mystik

Nesian Mystik

2007

competition
Unity creates steps to propel
The mass who excel through walls keeping them down oh

So all my soldiers put your hands up
Who be the soul

souls turn into distorted mass

Reaper itself scratched his fingers into my head
After the clouds turns red he said
Humans always can hold  last breath

Start Again

Deviates

Time Is the Distance

2001

of the equation. No justice. One law.
Accounted loss is a flaw in the system.
A human nation divided by text and denomination.
I wash my hands of this.

My misery was so plain to see
by the tears on my face
But then God reached down His hand
He forgave me and broke every chain
Now i've been set free
so

Rosie and Pauly

Joshua Kadison

Delilah Blue

1995

hands,
Raisin' their voices to a far-away land,
They start in singing like a great big choir.
With harmonies that sound so sweet
You forget all about