are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
be unprepared You're getting paranoid And then guns are shared You guys think that you're hard But you're in fear of being harmed I fear no man and I'
'all to just pray for me Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
know shit I'm still knockin' 'em out Knockin' 'em dead Did what I said 'Cause I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead no jokin'
trips i loose grip and sinkin' in My eyes roll and takes control and it begins Look in the mirror my relection slowing fades away A monster staring back hard black and his soul
place there's nothing to hide Rain, rain, rain Lost soul in a lost horizon Rain, rain, rain Set me free Rain, rain, rain The fear of the darkness Rain
, is a lot like you and me. His passion burns, the world it turns, He fills his hand to fill the void, And fuels the constant feeling, Of nothingness inside his soul
you can sense is flying somewhere dead is your brain back off!!! don't hold me shot in the vein fuck off!!! don't stop me want you enjoy final trip
GROUP, BARBARIANS ARE COMING FROM THE EAST. THEY'LL COME OUT OF NOWHERE, THEY'LL ENTER YOUR STATE, THE NATION OF LOSERS, THE TRIBE FULL OF HATE.
you now Nigga I blessed As what I might do Cause I fear for my life Like I was Colin Powell put in his shoes Open the morning paper Don't read rapper dead
ya friend's And ya money ain't yours anymore And niggas wanna count your money Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got You know what I'm sayin sometimes I gotta take long trips
your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) Niggas Die to make covers of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead
the battle of dead it's mouth was opened wide and the fire burned to take his soul but with Notrum the magic sword he will fight until his dead. and
friend's Ya money ain't yours anymore Niggas wanna count your money Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got You know what I'm sayin Sometimes I gotta just take long trips
trigger sneakin And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin The props 'cause they pops lots of mops heads drop Dead plots, a