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nailed to the cross

Slow down
God's ways  aren't yours
I want you to know your pains are nailed to the cross

He's got the whole world in His hands

won't be closed before
Your forgiveness

Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
God's imagination
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
All of life's abundance

I'm just so sick of all these nosebleeds
That sore throat like godspeed
Snort God's speed
Like usual
This hi def, low res, no mutual
Making mothers

separate ways
But memories just won’t stop playing
No pride in my life
No one hears my cries
But I won’t do it this time
I gotta stay by my mama’s side

now it's time to welcome you to my distorted cranium
Where the thunder ruptures distorted memories of the lonely one
A technological tectonic plate is

a rampage 
Nothing shall remain 

As the world joins hand in hand 
These will be the end of our days 
Not a single thing will be spared 
Distorted harmony

its eyes
Memories of a life distorted by the sands of time

I a mere servant of pain
Developed by the agony hunted by fate
Stalked by it's all consuming

let everybody put hands on me and touch touch, ooooooo
God said He gone guide my ways, He got a plan for me
Let man put his hands on God's plans he ruin

to pretend
Don't try to reach me
'cause I'll tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I've left it behind

You seen life through distorted eyes
You

guessin', thanks to Christ I'm crossin' intersections, cause I
Only fear the hand of God, 'bout to swing my hammer hard, you know that I'm about to Bring your

Faded Way 

Our world view 

Is distorted at best 

We all fail 

The memory test 

Our world view 

Is distorted at best 


We live to forget 

It's

and determined, that's the way that I stand
When I bolster all of these my rhymes with the brawn in the hand
Still driven by all my dreams in my blood like venom
So

Why would you irrelevant fucks wanna rebel against us
Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?
Knowing you never been rushed by the most

always bring me down - melancholy, bitch is morbid
She always off the molly, memory distorted be distorted
Can't count on my hands all the grams you have

Distorted Angels

Archive

Axiom

2014

Winter is waking
Calling on motion
Fueling descending
Falling unending
Caught up in circles
Distorted angels

This place is crazy
God it's so

Dealt hand
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
When ya talk about me, let it be bout God what you know bout that
Let it be bout the good of the bad

We Are the End

Alexisonfire

Crisis

2006

the arms of Gods) without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)

Steadfast soldiers with hands of Gods
And the numbers to succeed
We will

We Are the End

Alexisonfire

Crisis

2006

the arms of Gods) without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)

Steadfast soldiers with hands of Gods
And the numbers to succeed
We will

great but I  am

Fuck your opinion I'm really the
Man they showing you love when you win or they
Scam they kick when you're you down now give you a
Hand

call me scissor hands
They call me Pin Head
but by the time im done
theyll wish tehy all were dead
i got a sixth sense
and its a sick sense
that tells me

before the morning comes
They call me scissor hands
They call me Pin Head
But by the time im done
Theyll wish tehy all were dead
I got a sixth sense

I can't help it
I wake up exhausted and taunted, by the memories that keep haunting me

I want my life back

Everytime I seem to find some rest,

to contemplate
Distorted given fate
Curtains pulled to erase
This is the test of our frontier
Our senses compromised
Pushing forward halt their lies
Distanced by

King Nas

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

with Nat King's aesthetic
Half dream, half machine with a black queen's 
Get naked for a dollar from a scholar like me
Not at all bothered by what