Letras:
Spiritual Front

It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You'

It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You

There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog That will devour my

yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the mirror

we do what we do gimme lickety and roll up the weed for me too don't you want me to smoke it an drink it in front of you pull out mah jammy and stick

wasn't no ambulance, there wasn't no police Something fishy going on, not even kept pressing on Nine gripped thinking the killer could still be on the lawn Opened the front

On exactly what an artist should be Should they be someone with prosperity And no concept of reality? Now, who you know without any flaws That lives above the spiritual

at War until you're free! Gene Gray (a.k.a. What? What?): I plan to move my motherfuckers to the front line ready with guns cocking We'll storm the

the Maad Circle And this is a preview, somethin to move to Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual