Think about it; the wrong places, the wrong faces would start with the killing of every child. This is not a matter of life and death anymore. We will show them for sure. Bitch. Smoking out won't hurt you, but someone will lay down these roses and pray for death. I've seen the water break down more than you've got. So bury the roses. Blessed are your words instead. Bury the roses in oceans of decay and make out what i've written: "Revolution comes.". This will feel like a good thing, but even good things end..
so much stress god bless. I hate the way you fake this. and hope to get the sympathy. I think it`s time to break this. and just play it like a symphony.
I spend my mornings in my car on the freeway. Driving down like a bullet on that highway. Making tricks with the freaks on my backseat. And the streets full of fire and gasoline.
So many years we've been avoiding it. This confortation has been your goal. Finding myself could be harder. Than finding a way to cure my soul. Harder than fighting alone against you.
This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories. how I came to know the grace.... a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools.... and how the game got new rules....
Can`t you see the pain is spreading all around us. Our lives controlled by addictions and lust. If it feels good just feel free. Everybody else is doing it so why can`t we.
Figured I was an easy one , no. Thought you would have it your way , no. Offered me green and I'd bow down , no. This is how we gonna get at you , go.
On the backstage everyone's stearing at me. As I'm getting ready to meat my destiny. I'm up against the master. My breath is getting faster. Everybody's willing to witness my disaster.
I remember the way you told me:. "It's all good, I don't need your God right now. I kinda believe in the words you say. But I don't want to follow your ways".
Blaw. The sound becomes underground. And no matter how hard you try. You can`t shout. We`ve come back. Step back. Hold it inside. No we won`t take that.
Since 1969, the devil has been messing with your mind. Wanting your soul, content with nothing less. Digging you a hole, leaving you a mess. Six feet deep is where you gonna end up.
Whatcha come here for fool?. -Mind your own business you little.... Don`t make me beat you up!. -Go ahead, make my day!. You bet I will.... . You fake your smile and I know you don`t feel so good.
Smile little baby 'cause the joke is on you. The way you left just looked kinda cute. I wanted to help you I offered you my hand. But you denied it got lost in the sand.
It was a day like today when my Jesus died. Alone in a cross He was crucified. But three days later He rose from the dead. Went up to the heavens a place for us to set.
Judge not. less you be judged first. what you got. is gonna bring hurt. you know. so just keep it inside. keep it in your mind. and then you might find.
Laid back sitting in my ride letting wind blow. Taking time all alone letting my thoughts flow. >From east to the west my mind is getting stressed. Till everybody knows the deal I can`t rest.
Crash boom bang and kill the lies. sniffin clue smokin dope and gettin high. you`s been doin this for years. blood for the tears. you switched from one to some higher gears.
This is a Jack-attack. Coming down like an avalanche. If you ain`t standing on my side. You`re standing on my way. As you`re standing on my way. You better make way.
Shadow of death talking my life as I`m walking alone feeling the pain for. every simple second seeds you to sown as I`m blown to desert and adjusting the wind.
I don`t want to see and no you can`t make me. Believe in everything I won`t eat what you offer me. Cos you disgust me with your dirty sin you see. Yo God has set me free I`m free as a bird can be.