REVENGE AND AS THE BLOOD DRAINS AWAY IT'S THE POISON THAT STAYS CORRUPTING THE VEINS AND WE TAKE SOMETHING FROM THE SKY AND WE GRIND IT INTO DIRT AND
danger everywhere The blood comes up to boiling Injection guns recoiling Instrumental power Shockwaves in the air And when you're feeling craziness And
funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I
eighty-seven Twelve years of age grabing AIDS like (?) Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissection Strong willed and skilled and killed your
's a vacant stare The shadows come but no one seems to care The darkness floods every light that could promise change She passed sound asleep when the blood is stain But blood
is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect
ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect
fast food marquee - red blooded, white skinned oh and the blues. Oh and the blues, I got the blues, that's me! I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes
weakening time is still Motionless by stiffening cold The wheels race back and Scorch his mind Travelling all to find the land Revelation warms a touch And
Eyes black, big paws and Its poison and Its blood And big fire, big burn Into the ashes And no return Woooooooooooooooooooooo (X4) We took you right
hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color and none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and
With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic And
"deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace;
ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect
past the blame. And then this fame came, for a reason and a season. Then I'll stay up, not lay low, And raise yours and up the offering And then the
