It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This ghost
She didn't want to know my inner bowels Didn't want to hear those late night growls I could have been one of a million monks Straying from the discipline
The sun is up and look at me Head for shade away from view Ill with just the sight of you The girls laying out Have filled me with doubt They said I am
Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl Did you do your own research? Did you build from
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It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This
The sun is up and look at me Head for shade away from view Ill with just the sight of you The girls laying out Have filled me with doubt They said I
of you That's what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters raw water turn sons
forever (Verse 2) All the angels singm the bow down, and they sing Holy, Holy We, Your sons and daughters, we praise You now and we cry Holy, Holy (Chorus) (Vamp) Holy, Holy
weak Ethnic elimination Any day we'll all be Swept away You'll be saved As long as you obey Lies Tools of the devil inside Written in Holy
in the front but the truckers a mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel
We are not the sons of God We are not his chosen people now We have crossed the path he trod We will feel the pain of his beginning Shadow fingers rise
