't help you now Where is your salvation? There is no god Burn in paradise There is no pearly gate Burn in paradise Choke on your lies I'm my own god
Choked by your own lies God blessed no one Controlled by your brainwashed mind A vision of salvation nowhere to be found Your religion makes me sick Will
Traduction: Pain. Starter sur ta Lies.
Choked by your own lies God blessed no one Controlled by your brainwashed mind A vision of salvation nowhere to be found Your religion makes me sick
: Choked by your own lies God blessed no one Controlled by your brainwashed mind A vision of salvation nowhere to be found Your religion makes me sick
escapes...choke on the lies that were your last goodbye Hear my voice as you sleep... Sleep tight, goodnight...choke on the lies that were your last
, one last time Are you listening to me I will fight, the last fight I am not your enemy I am not your, not your enemy! I am not your enemy. (Thanks
all the same Regardless of your rep or your name Rappers walking in the rain Try'na state their claim (I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
give myself again Choking on the bullet The gun that's found a friend So raise your glass to sorrow And dring to all the pain Tie a silver ribbon around
His Hand Round Her Neck Like A Nuse So Tight He Chokes Her She Drops All Her Books On The Floor Apart From The Bliss Magazine That Lands On The Sofa
bout factual Burning niggas like third degree, Critical surgery, When I'm mad, you hoes burglary, intrudin' your home, Stole everything like clepto includin' your dome, Left your
is burnin the children mourning their father's death While world it keeps turning One more day of pain has passed While he lies in the sand on his back
give myself again Choking on the bullet The gun that's found a friend So raise your glass to sorrow And drink to all the pain Tie a silver ribbon around
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
's you Always has been you All the lies and stupid things You say and do, it's you It's not me, it's you All the lies and pain you put me through I know
has his hand 'round her neck like a noose So tight he chokes her she drops all her books on the floor Apart from the bliss magazine that lands on the
Release me from your world of lies I cannot bear this pain Degenerate machinery The monster we create Nausea, oh sweet nausea Genetic bar code hell
