Shaded crystal water, bathed in by God's daughter Sighing, whispers near, a new season passes here Sensory gifts to all who come Soak up the stars and
Tradução: La Iglesia. Una nueva temporada.
stage Every new believer means another soldier to train You share the gospel, that's cool, what'cha do that for? Now he got a new life, tell me who that
witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives dry A vampire madam
carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson
lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But grows so well, who's to tell, about it all A nation cannot see,
Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a
on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce And if rap was a study, you would need you a course I'm a rap 'til my
the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin' Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain Season's greetings, all the proceedings Are brought to you by the church
trigger so i'm clickin' Real quick like a serial killa mon' Straight from that south for real'a I'll buck you dead my nigga And it's a shame when i dropped
da average gehtto childs dream, turnin some cream and rollin vitwizy wil lizzy, why still hes a team, and seem ive accomplished dat, bought a charm, went in a
hasta leugo Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
lose a brother and I Wish I could go deep in a zone And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song and I Wish I could teach a soul
you with the heat, is that what you really want? Shanghai, Shanghai, new sheriff in town Rock America's crown and hang 'em high Who bangin' a fist full
lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home A fire that is cold But grows so well, who's to tell about it all A nation cannot see
