Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence, for the small chronic break?. A-hah, niggaz be brown-nosing these hoes and shit.. Takin bitches out to eat, and spendin money on these hoes, knowhatI'msayin?.
Conservative Christian, right wing Republican, straight, white, American male.. Gay bashin, black fearin, poor fightin, tree killin, regioal leaders of sales.
Waking up late in the afternoon. An old piano playing just out of tune. To the buzz of the heat through the telephone line. Some kind of song about a bottle of wine.
An empty house is hard to bear. Lonesome's falling everywhere. Without you there's no light coming in. That lucky dog jumped the fence. Ain't seen him around here since.
From the wrath Of the child To the Phantom of the Opera. And the echoing notes of the sirens' wail The sirens' wail. . From the hills To the halls To the number of the beast.
Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered. While the guns lit up the night. Then it rained and both sides wondered. Who is wrong and who is right. On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow.
sat around and counting seconds i'm. sick and tired of everything. think i might be going insane. 'cause i'm bored out of my brain. . i'ts like this everyday.
as the dark clouds move in. it's stealing the sunshine. warm rain falls dwon. soothing the earth's mind. the thunder crashes down. the power, relentless sound.
No tickets to this show, baby. Just one to a room. Are you up for a blood transfusion?. Commit and go. Who shot the shot to break the blood clot.. You can die, maybe and test your resolve.
The year is twenty seventy-one.. One drum by law has just begun to beat.. You'll be informed on what you'll be,. And correspond if you want to live.. .
do you know yourself. do you know the others. can you pull the weight that rides on another's shoulders. once you've lost yourself to the acceptance mask.
Kansas City blues. messing up your head. nodded on the burn. wishing I was dead. shit is only shit. running through your brain. . I'm not the one who lies.
And it stretches out again. And it seems I didn't win. I think I'll rest a while. So nice here on the tiles. . The lights come washing in. [Incomprehensible].
I should've known this wasn't over,. Hatred and desire preach at the same side,. Luring me into your corner,. 'til I'm trapped, torn, tongue-tied.. . Once again I stand here wishing,.
O the Blood of Jesus. . ...........................................medley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... . Jesus is gone away. Bust He is coming back again. . ...............................................
Chorus. Celebrate, for the day of the Lord. Give thanks, for all that he has done. Your struggle, is now finished. The battle is fought and the victory is won.
Crowd Start Paniking. . *Tempo has reached critical level*. *Tempo has reached critical level*. . Verse 1. . (Yeh). Why you spitting them shoddy ass bars.
Crown Him with many crowns,. The Lamb upon the throne:. Hark How the heav'nly anthems drowns. All music but its own!. Awake, my soul. And sing. Of Him Who died for thee,.
words by Michael W. Smith, Deborah D. Smith, and Elizabeth L. Jones. music by Michael W. Smith. Christ the Messiah. Savior. Christ the Messiah. Jesus.