our way. I fear for my peers and see the future in every elderly body's face. But this fantasy is hard to see, and when death comes we're blown away. Death and
Walk on, walk on... Sink like a stone as you stick to my bones And I can feel myself deeper in you One hand in the fire dripping wet with desire And
m always told to kneel down and pray What shall I do to stay on my way Questions borrow through my brain pound and disturb and drive me insane Lost
kind, in the hands of time Razorblade His raging fire burns you with desire As you're taken down into his gravity He wants you now, into his masterplan And
gods bring forth life. Burning tree, ash in the breeze, land on fire. Human desire for rising flames, blackened remains, all is still. Rising through the earth and
what you see Saints and scholars, don't even bother The bullet in the blood came from those you love Friendly fires, death by a liar Dumb, deaf and blind
up to seek the things That are above, our lives' love's to please the King So we're committed to putting to death our members And every evil desire that
And ones desires Be pulling all my cabbage like priors Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Fortune and fame [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kastro] Searching for fortune and
y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day) Into whose womb were you woven and
death can no longer haunt you as the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay and I shall
many good men Achilles has come... a thousand sails approaching sent here in her name to reclaim the one I stole and destroy the walls of Troy desire
I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well it could not save you It had fallen down too, now the streets are wet Body of water Toxic and
raindrop I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well, it could not save you From falling down to the streets all wet Body of water, toxic and
lands it seemed like hell for sure [Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
Begins Flagellate Sluts With Serpentine Whips They Raise Their Blades To Throats Of Their Men Climax Approaches And The Blood Will Spill Sexual Sacrifice, Mutilation And Death
I will become her homicidal savior Headless Headless Headless Headless Tainting of the mind, need to obliterate Inhumanity, desire to decolate Utmost
its fangs to declare a fucking war (war) Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by The altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie (death
