Lyrics:
scorn in your eyes
Been out all night, gonna tell you no lies
Stopped in one place, heard them singin' a song
Heard them singin' a song
Like a lonely
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
of Heaven
Running to you by a new path
As the clouds course in the purest air
Like sapphire'
And after Ursula had said this
Rumour spread amongst the people
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice
In mother's scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all
See the rays
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
to an induced somnambulism
Fueled by propaganda
Inevitable scorn prevailing banality in radical force
Perceives the disappearance of all genuine criticism
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my
justified
All my betrayals when I listen to Morente
The alibi of my throat is rejected
The alibi of my gift is overthrown
With six impeccable threads of scorn
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
to
Me by the shores of Isagumi
Why shouldn't it happen to us?
Oh the busy little hornet doesn't scorn it
To ignore it really is ridiculous
It's a ritual
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for the proof
said by the happer.
I whiles thought it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ''Shame, is your conscience no chackit?''
But when I grew dry from a horn,
It
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
Forced into betrayal of God and country
By a despot clad in vengeance
A self-made enemy
A noble man
Beheaded at dawn
By a King's swift justice
untold
A fragile desire
We nurture and hold
But that's all gone now
You see everything in black or white
But love is coloured by the spectrum of light
Matricide on Mother Nature, Calypso
Matchin' cyanide offered by
Cleopatra's mind with her erotica lips so
Fast at night I can cut and slit slow
The wrists
Well I'm just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
My my it's half past nine
Those hazy lazy blues
It's Friday morn the world's to scorn
I
Tears have been our bread and wine
And our enemies mock us to scorn
By Your strength, by Your strength
Restore us, O God of Hosts
Let Your hand be upon
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