dead behind, Striking forward for a cause, That I once believed. Striking - ripping - crying. Is this humanity, This is not my belief, Living the dead behind
of the track No sunny sky's just really black We live real down here, Lord let us live No playing around here, Lord let us live Don't hate my hood just
: Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned
Ghastly beauty look into my eyes to reproduce with the living every century Impregnation of the virgin I drink the blood of the unborn Returning to my grave
brewing in the hearts of those weak ones bleed. I am the knowing, the living dead. Dig deeper. Remember all you've been and all you've left behind.
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind
Writings ... on the grave Read my last name, see no date Look behind me Dead Take my last name, write my date Want to live I live on, you die I'm afraid
Until I'm dead and gone My head won't leave my head alone And I don't believe it will Until I'm six feet underground In my grave Lying Lying cold in my grave
welcome where ever you stay, live in denial the rest of your days. Once you are dead I will dance on your grave. Not as long as we both shall live,
excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind
believe it and I believe tonight We can leave this world, Leave it all behind, We can steal this car if your folks don't mind, We can live forever if
they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
you living. You gave them money in exchange for pain. You're the monster in the closet, they'll take your secrets with them to their grave. Locked you away behind
off dead Pain and warfare, sex-crime You're better off dead In this nightmare life time You're better off dead Pain and warfare, sex-crime You're better off dead
I can't keep them four days and then I sleep them- To the grave that's right bitch, uh huh You ll know I'm there when I follow turn around I'm behind
