Everybody stand up, get down. Move when I tell you to, so move now. . Gather the people. Move to a new place. Gather the people. Do it in a few days. Gather the people.
Cast into the lake of fire. Gagged by blood. A thousand deaths unwind. Storming. Perserverance is none. Repenting not. Mass decay of life. Swarming. Call upon.
In the vomb. a sea of vomit. Nurturing the false prophet. his mouth of blasphemy. Spreading forth the creed of the infidels. . His spit on the flaking emblem of solomon.
40 people or more. Tied to hands and feet. Awaiting strangulation. Darkening deceit. . Rope around the neck. Eyes falling out slow. Extreme asphyxiation.
Our Christmas bonus. Was spared with patience. While men who owned us. Took paid vacations. They tried to clone us. To fight deflation. They should have blown us.
Here's my song about gun control. As my politics begin to roll. Things are getting out of control. It's time to stop, drop and rock 'n' roll. . We built and sold them the guns.
March of clowns. Wearing crowns. Parade of dumbs. Beating drums. . March of clowns. Street shutdowns. Noise and dirt. Do be alert!. . March of clowns.
(M. Biedermann / I. Marshall). . 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.
We came to rock your town. To show you what it's like to get down. So turn up, step up, move your body right, show us how it's done. Before we ride into the night.
Welcome to Mic Skillz 2. Blessed By a Broken Heart 2007 baby!. Put the lights down now!. Representing Kansas City, Montreal, New York City!. Let's do this!.
yo, check check. check one. i aint got no snare on my headphones. listen up. listen up!. my vocals are a riffle. suffocating you. you cant attack me. and i got a tattoo.
War, war for power. Shut up. . You stared at the broken mirror. Your heart's collecting dust. Secure that the sins are forgiven. Forgotten but still left with us.
This scalpel makes a map across my back.. Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips.. There's no saving us tonight.. Our pulse will flutter like a dial tone..
The sky blistered red, shot's ring overhead. I'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams. The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated.
we fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix.. where they left the light on for us tonight.. fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to the cure..
We fall asleep on the runway. Underneath the neon crucifix. Where they left the light on for us tonight. Fed myself to the sickness, purge myself to the cure.
She Bring the magic she bring the fire. if your lost in this world she bring desire. saddle up and ride the midnight sky. for love and lust all in this time.
Born in a world of violoence and anger. All this fucking shit's raping my desire. I just wanna fuck everybody who's moving up. Sexual perversion, I want to be da number one.
OOOH MARY, SWEET MARY. MY MARY, OOOOHHHOOOHHH. OOOH MARY, SWEET MARY. MY MARY, YOU TAKE ME SO HIGH. . yeah ,yeah, You take me so High. yeah ,yeah, You take me so High.
You feel the anger. You rise up. You're thinking differently. You're looking like me. You're violence is your enemy. You cannot stand this pressure. You feel the tension now.