All religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all, no sin The illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time
gold sun I fly on flaming steed To steer my father's god wings O please, fulfill my dream My queen is the bright-haired sun Herald young horse master
Out in the dark I roam onward to meet my fate Time's an illusion today Away from all I know, a frail that is filled with pain Feeling the lifeless taste
of the Night The master of wisdom Pretending desires With the grace of thunder The Queen of the Night The feast of illusion Pretending desires With the
Mindless people worship him,carrier of the false light, master of emptiness and deceit, your freedom is just an illusion,a death trap for the weak
heart, mind lacks for commonsense You believed too hard Listening to the words without emotion Being fed on illusion You took notice only of what says Your soul Your master
[MUSIC: PELL, LYRICS: PELL] JUST A DREAM OR A TRICK OF ILLUSION, HDING BACK FROM A NIGHTMARE. ENDLESS CIRCLES, SO HOW COULD I KNOW IS IT TRUE (OR)
injected in humans' web A life, a bioshape, a will Among Worms to carve His Action Induced aim A meaning for pain Inducted matter A tool for the Master
him the knife Because he owns the illusion In pain revel the fear, the value of blood Sharpen all edges to blind the chimera Sigh; the masters of the
The master above all masters they claimed and then others claimed for their master... Death will come. The parade which describes the unearth, forever
the huge arena of illusion & deceit nothing's real not a thing curtain call & the show starts, commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing lape of redemption - clowns the masters
arena of illusion and deceit Nothing's real, nothing! Curtain call and the show starts Commonness and self-laceration Against the unceasing hope of redemption ? clowns The masters
masters of evasion, turn To the science of control, turn a blind eye To a world in chains, turn To the sellers of illusion, turn a blind eye To masters
punch the gas bitch The farther I climb the harder I rhyme You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive The quality of life is an illusion of the
there's a new dawn coming coming down in flames there's a new thought burning and it's fire can't be tamed an illusion shattered cuts its way inside
the nightsky Fire - Luciferian moon prevails Open the burning gates of hatred Unlock the abyss of dying time A voice and a twisted illusion Enthroned
Man, this is in the name of Allah RZA, Shabazz the Disciple, Masta Killa Killah Priest, your boy John-John Blazini Let's do it [Masta Killa:] Listen,