Lyrics:
feed that boy then I'm in noww
I take your boy then i feed that boy then I'm in now
Ey ey
Feeling like a prisoner
Ey
Lockdown I'm a prisoner
Ey
Coz I'm
Torn down by new age harlots
No prisoners no delays
Torn down by circumstances
I’m making up for my mistakes
Make no mistake about it
I’m coming for
and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin'
And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him
Woah-woah-woah-woah
prisoners will not make amends,
for bloodshed is fate
as coffins line cobbled streets the
bastards still watch o'er
no savior comes to aid the saints
and love
Be ever, ever given
By saints below and saints above
The church in earth and heaven
repose
Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever ever given
By saints below and saints above
The church in earth and heaven
The World Is Mine
I live by my philosophy
Like Socrates
And ain’t nobody stopping me Compared to me, they obsolete Watching me
Eyes on the prize
Pictures signed by the triple six
Black metal art is shocking law 'n' order, man
Rockers of the underground
Black and heavy is our sound
Lost the money,
fear
I'm a prisoner of hope, bound by my faith
Chained to Your love, locked up in grace
I'm free to leave but I'll never go
I'm wonderfully, willingly
life will pass me by
If I choose wrong do you think I
Will know love’s song when love comes by
I gotta love, I gotta stay here
Don’t wanna be a prisoner
spinning
And I sell my soul by midnight
Cuz nothing ever felt right
I'm locked up in my own mind
I'm a prisoner prisoner by choice it's fine
Tossed away
Stand bold, for the ride
Right now, you know that is the place to be
To watch humankind stumble into another century
Take no prisoners
They're sure
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by
Santa, baby, please hurry, hurry, hurry
(Jolly 'Ol Saint)
Santa, baby, he takes care of my worries
(Jolly 'Ol)
Santa, baby, please hurry down my
heart
Can't stop falling
Heartaches calling
Finds you after the fall
Saints or sinners
Take no prisoners
What's left, after you fall
No not much no
Oh
high
But don't trip this won't end like last time
You better watch yourself cause I ain't taking no prisoners
Don't beg cause I'm a bad listener
If you
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by heavenly
Silence
heart
Can't stop falling
Heartaches calling
Finds you after the fall
Saints or sinners
Take no prisoners
What's left, after you fall
No not much no
Oh
should do
This isn't school, does it bother me? A bit
I still wanna be rated by some prick
You're not DIY, you're a fucking twat
You look like Fred
Here I am, after so many years
Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear
I'm in a box, I've got no place to go
If I follow my mind, I know I'll
express what I have done no
I was the prisoner of her love well
Lyrics
Text By Hasan
of horror
You are the blue light of peace and loneliness
You are loveless saint
You are the scale by which i measure my own strength
You are
due to win
They fooled you once shame on them
There ain’t no saints in the city tonight
You’re gonna have to face the truth
There ain’t no saints in
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