Wine spills in my blood And your blood spills in my soul You have no control You have no control Dead angels speak to me sometimes Giving me advice that
Tradução: Con conexión de cable. Dead Angels.
room to rise And snatching breaths between Her thighs He crawled to Eve... At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining Angel
check one] My life's not right [check two] My life's not right [check three] Are you ready? [El-P] (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?) [Vast
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
He tells me all is well God is there, there?s no denying He?s supernatural, supernatural Beyond this physical terrain There?s an invisible domain Where angels battle over souls in vast
On the style diamond cutter Swung before that magnificent havok sketch You fidget like a nervous culprit gulpin' Sweat a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence
deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead
never understand the tempting gift of sight. This place is cold, blindly she can feel the dead wind caressing the rocks from high above they come way down, these angels
room to rise And snatching breaths between her thighs, he crawled to Eve At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining angel
Hosannas in Extremis Invading temptuous skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' fate as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Where
Hosannas in extremis Invading tempestuous skies When inanna rose, bringing angels repose And narcissus' fate as their prize Blinded by diana's mirror
universe with new universes within A world within a world saving the world from danger In the realm of darkness, saved by Dark Angel [MC Lyte] Who am I, an angel
dreadful night. USHER Yes I shall play, yes, I shall play! (The Haunted In the greenest of our valleys Palace) by good angels tenanted
found room to rise And snatching breaths between Her thighs He crawled to Eve... At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining Angel
Hosannas in Extremis Invading tempestuos skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' date as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Wherein
(it's supernatural) God is there, there's no denying He's supernatural (it's supernatural) Supernatural Beyond this physical terrain There's an invisible domain Where angels battle over souls in vast