Letras:
Ours Moth

a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

Theres a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth

dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries Nigga

where all is God and God is just a word "We had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers that he had Not of the best of men, but Ours We used

away this world of unworth Decapitation, Satanic rebirth Off with his head to sever his soul Beheaded prophet the suffer is yours "Forever....." Virgin, mother

good ain't no glaucoma I'm a stockholder, Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look

cleaned the slate The Clouding did divide Fate, we sealed human fate Now they're ours throughout all time To manipulate Never trust in the motives of man They failed to evolve in Mother

shape, colours, sizes and genders We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh! I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother