for restoration And really searching I met an interesting man Who confessed some of the struggles within Brace yourself cause the struggle is deep Cause the struggle is deep
to me my muses lost in the hot cyclops anarchy possession invention blood, blood spirits, spirits sprits, spirits calling, calling where will these visions
Suffocate, strangle and stab the center of divinity! We feel god tremble Black heart, Bleed, arise! Release me now, Set me free! From these bounds of flesh and blood
t you feel alive Your blood preserves my place in time [Part III: Fall From Grace] Breathe in deep Smell these halls of hate Carve your name into these
I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine
But before I could turn around, before I could I react, blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now? Is this blood that I feel as I fell to the ground? Feel
of the light [Luzifer:] By the wheel of destiny who is wrong and who is right, who will be right [Michael:] Evil or divine I feel the force Fate lies
looking for restoration And really searching I met an interesting man Who confessed some of the struggles within Brace yourself cause the struggle is deep Cause the struggle is deep
vapor, fuel, love. Feel your breath, inhale the air, the oxygen, the medicine, down deep into your lungs. Healing energy for every cell in your body, your temple, your personal portal to divine
name in the shadows, lookin. The nemesis better let the veteran head of you walk with the past Last samurai. Deep sleep dab in my debonair divine mind
your language, talking slang son If detected, here's come another one Where these niggaz coming from? Bred with self hatred Eating master's scraps, feeling
realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine
see with the Alseek Curse you into paralysis Drinking blood from the chalice with Alice the Growley I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt Fuck
Sing to me my muses lost in the hot cyclops anarchy possession invention blood, blood spirits, spirits sprits, spirits calling, calling where will these