objects of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet --
Traduction: Death. Planètes Vacant.
object of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet - no
a warthog's backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant expressions
before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan
dealt a mortal blow Mother Earth begins to rot Humanity on death row Life does slowly cease to be Death seems so surreal As earth becomes a vacant lot
soul, the result, death by the bulk in a vault And spoke about the average lost permission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane
as wet as a warthog's backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant expressions The lights
your powers of retention Are as wet as a warthog's backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant
a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Stance got, my mind, my body, and my soul I don't blame you, you switched your game plan
retention Are as wet as a warthogs backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant expressions
, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission That was seen by a King in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash
Are as wet as a warthog's backside But sick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant expressions (Aah, aah
me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan
a mortal blow mother earth begins to rot humanity on death row life does slowly cease to be death seems so surreal as earth becomes a vacant lot there
beautiful, so well designed It now has its own life We're all now part of the plan A plastic society of well-trained dogs Farm animals vacant and blank
