cause we livin' righteous Homies on my left ain't no death cause we livin' righteous Shorties in the back we don't slack cause we livin' righteous Righteous livin' righteous
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white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous
god like a moth to a flame born, bred, die ignorant march in the rivers of blood, justified in your cause blind, you see no light, righteous abject fight
: [Special Edition bonus disc track] Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the
Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their
same." Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame
stare at the cross, Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss, Kick your ass out through the lord?s pearly gates, When heaven burns and engulfed into flame
soul Beheaded prophet the suffer is yours "Forever....." Virgin, mother murdered, once warned but now is dead Destroyed heaven's kingdom, in flames the righteous
them down, Secure the fight To sounds of screams that fill the night The end is near, The meal in sight If might makes right Then we ignite Like moth to flame
you sought the creed That drape the shadows Of your own thought? Is your heart mesmerized By the fire that burns forevermore And do the secrets from the flames
orchids, Jinns endorsed with the sword, just normally morbid, fortress, soldiers cordially cautious Fire's are still in that orchid Man, damn, life in the ville, no flim flam
belly With a stanley knife My daddy did a jig With the drunk midwife Who's that younder all in flames Dragging behind him a sack of chains Who's that younder all in flames
, there the ashes stand A fitting tribute to mortality and man. What was written foretold in dreams, in visions apocalypse now seen. And all self-righteous
Delight in slaying Delight in slaying I am the god of war Supreme and terrible one My judgements true and righteous Mourning will come I am the flame
if I try. Chorus: Verse 3: Father Bogle (keep burnin up all the flame) Simpleton (never gonna ever gonna be the same) Peter Cargill (keep burnin up all the flame
and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames