Letras:
The Young Gods

to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it, Are you willing to allow others to think the world of it, And of you? Pedagogue of Young Gods. All

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

When ever I scream Passion reigns in my veins When ever I die My soul flies high Whom the gods love die young Whom the gods love die young White and

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

: There's plenty of food on the table Lots of love in the house The children all do what they're able to do We got so much to be happy about. I got

up, no doubt, no doubt (Islamic, won't matter to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a..

this land I wonder how many mountains we'd move if we bent together Us priveleged Americans We pass our revisions onto the next generation We kneel to the Gods

faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young