There's a new kid on the block And he's taking my place Walking on my grave I can't stay staring down a .44 I can't stay dying on the killing floor
From the shackles of language in measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Tell them "Walk away, walk away, walk away" So I'm up at dawn Putting on my
From the shackles of language In measurable time ANd then we can trade places play musical graves tell them walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn Putting on my
blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her
grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves [PACE1] Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On
I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain
I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk me and my axe
come into my coven, yeah-ee-yeah And become Lucifer's child I was born in the cemetery Under the sign of the moon Raised from my grave by the dead And
nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid From now on, this'll be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead
here partner just the dust of a plague, left that whole, left that whole Town afraid from now on, this'll be where you're from let the dead bury the dead
Elysium swallows my cries Embracing - maidens of lust stimulate and manipulate my senses I welcome a watery grave Tied steadfast to the mast
: Kings of agony Walking on my way Moon is shining bright Murder and pain Went the demons gate Rotten flesh around Sinners meet their fate Lying on the
Qayin, guide my hand For my deeds are thine Firstborn of the Black Light Lord of the Shadows of Death And father of the Bloodline And as I walk through
to be slaves And everybody's just walking around Head in the clouds, we won't awake until we're dead in the grave But then it's too late, we need to
while I'm shittin' on opponents Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my
