Lyrics:
slippin’ through the trees
Fly by night
Runnin’ from a deed that was never meant to be
All the whispers and the rumors
self-righteous scorn
On the mother
in all its majesty this wasteland once called earth
from green to grey to black, extinguished by the hands of the nephilim
the homestead
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
deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our
Midnight
& autumn leaves are turning brown
Night light
I look to find you not around
& the wind blows
Scorn into the face of fools who
Break
the scorn left the scene
And paid the circle back to let you know
Gotta get my paper bro
If I can't I'ma let it do
We coming back for mo, and kicking
appreciated by a powerful eye
As I understand, man is to cherish the land
As we coexist hand in hand
But as time has past
Man has created a vast
Mass
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
relies on the lord.
Of what use is the love of others to me?
Oh Maharishi, if my own father scorns me?
My mother herself is very much neglected by my
ordinary man.
A man born of royal blood
must live by sword in hand.
This one not so lucky,
as he fell to his knees.
Suddenly inflicted,
deranged with
Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed
That drape the shadows
Of your own thought?
Is your heart mesmerized
By the fire
A scene of time flashes across the mind of the ancient one,
Defender and chosen soul above all by SHE.
One of the isochronal encounters
born
And laid Him in a manger
Upon this blessed morn
On which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
I asked the world a question
When did you begin?
I asked him of his problems
When did you go wrong?
My singing cells have power
An army by my
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
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
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
Inspired by insanity
No cure for the mind's disease
No drug to ease the pain
No undoing what's been done
No loss is a gain
You've tortured mother
wisdom and bring your pestilence
Rectify, with haste your wrath awakened
Malfeasance, you scorn this world
Enshrined by grace, your shadows blinds
with scorn
He's on the nightly news again
They have to have him after ten
So the kids all asleep by and he
Can be talked about honestly
He feels
LOST THE WORDS, DEAD ALL RHYME
Behind doors our world will keep it locked
CRUSH THE FOE, SCORN THY CORPSE
It lurks within our senses
LICK MY WOUNDS,
another shape of scorn
Built on the backs of the suffering majority
Or once taken from them by force
Taken by us the privileged ones
Accustomed
gaze
Fortune swept beneath uncertain seas
I swear this girl will be the death of me
At last released by fates strong hand
Stubborn shame knocks me down
AN ANTHICHRIST HAS FALLEN IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT
THE END IS NEAR AND THE TIME OF THE REVENGE
SUFFER THE MANKIND
A WORLD DESTROYED BY DISPLACEMENT
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