Letras:
Death Secret Face

see beneath The person that is presented to you Vulnerable through trust Life is a twisted maze of obstacles Presented by people with a secret face What

dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni**az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death

And that's how it is when you dealing with a dog I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off After death I'm the under boss ain't no secret Got

: Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor. Leave the death lecher under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave

Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are

I follow the Reaper, to lead me back home My victims shall perish on the shores of this lake As they look upon me, to stare death in the face CHORUS

: In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse

: O, so it is written son When all waters and land you see All around came to birth Man and beast was one And the gods of the sky Walked the face of

for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory