when there is no one left? As the end draws near I fear what may become eternal damnation Seek your final salvation Dead and lifeless amongst yourselves Corruption runs through
to pay back the citizen assassins We started liberating towns to the ticker-tape tirades Of humans too tired to wage war anymore It looked like war had but a
change, a nigga with no pain, a nigga that won't change a fable I'm a nigga that's hardcore, a nigga that starts war, a nigga that's far more than war
t got no soul All I have, is the Lord Sweet Jesus Help me wage war, with the non-believers These niggas want me dead, for numerous reasons But through
like a bullet through a flock of doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say
Like a bullet through a flock of doves To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life will never be the same On your mother's eyes say a prayer
my man, for no wage Savage cause, Devil's got me locked by the balls Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry a
Hitler painted pictures patriotic with gore You raise a flag on a land, snatch a bald eagle's claw And send a symbol on your currency to finance your war
strong as ever, never let my eyes close DEVLIN 5 o'clock with lights off interview with a vampire sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
em to war Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require Makin' niggaz perspire, so send a message through
'm like a bullet through a flock of doves To wage this war against your faith in me Your life Will never be the same On your mother's eyes, say a prayer
, fuck a wage earner, See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam! Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy Dead
ain't never gonna change.. FUKKIT! Time to load the clips - THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR Niggaz wanna flip - THEN WE TAKE EM TO WAR Break a nigga proper -
Well, they're never gonna get me im like a bullet through a flock of doves. To wage this war against your faith
a bullet through a flock of doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer
the truth from the eyes of even the most talented and presentient master of the Praxeum. Today, Hyperborea is but a memory, a glorious legend which rests
Down through the past, it's a spiral into night try if you can; break this cycle clean. Work for a wage, it's a lie, it's a mind game, breaking your
