not around And my voice is destroyed By confinement of sound I'm a human machine Laced with hidden disease If the future is bleak Then you're connected to me Flesh
we are outnumbered because we are the enemy. too numerous to pinpoint too powerful to vanquish and too apathetic to reproach a gigantic flesh and bone
She frolics through the rain whispering love insane her kisses exit through heart-shaped exit wounds her skin like flesh of angels her blood my catholic
she frolics through the rain whispering love insane her kisses exit through heart-shaped exit wounds her skin like flesh of angels her blood my catholic
To get rid of that acrid voice So shut the fuck up!! You annoy me!! Flesh to destroy For me Flesh to destroy Tearing Trapped in a dark corner of my
m not around and my voice is destroyed by confinement of sound i'm a human machine laced with hidden disease if the future is bleak then you're connected to me flesh
: [Black Thought] and yes y'all youre all rocking with the best Black Thought from the ledgendary Roots crew in the flesh i slid up in here with the
be filled in the spirit and bear some fruit Say bear some fruit, ?bear some fruit? Say bear some fruit, ?bear some fruit? Lets Go! Why you trying to build what you once destroyed
odds we will fight Be the champion, be the one A fierce defender til its done Fortress walls, behind them to defend From mindless creatures need for flesh
to destroy our pride, our home tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall ruins will fight in our stead my flesh is burning from the embers but
: [Verse 1: Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught
I've been through Chapter 5 from the Book of Thugs Nineteen Ninety Nine two thousand New millenium marching forward All aboard seek and destroy Any nigga
crackhouse bored, Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid The courts ah bowl ah, crooks Cause bitches want the money on ya books Destroy
: [Music and Lyrics By Alex Webster] Stab The Knife Into The Face And Then Wrench The Blade Inside Murder This Piece Of Shit Scraps Of Flesh And Severed
die Pile the bodies Set them aflame The human race Sentenced to burn Burning flesh Miasma of their death Civilisation It is destroyed Pits of corpses
or Stretched on the rack Burning your soul Draw out your guilt Pieces torn off Pieces that sinned Tumors that must be destroyed Chop off a cock or carve
crave warm flesh Hunting, dead seek Ruthless feeding on the weak, savagery prevails Tear them to shreds Fighting, undead Flesh wounds bleeding black not