Shaded crystal water, bathed in by God's daughter Sighing, whispers near, a new season passes here Sensory gifts to all who come Soak up the stars and
Traduzione: La Chiesa. A New Season.
stage Every new believer means another soldier to train You share the gospel, that's cool, what'cha do that for? Now he got a new life, tell me who that
quiet I can hear a bird sneezing Freezing out here, but I'm tryin'a make it a different season out here What's your reason out here? I wrote a few new
her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives dry A vampire
carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson
flip a little ecstasy Just playing roll for your seed Like a sesame Or the meaning of Thug Destiny Or to know what's all up In a mix like a recipe They
and rally around the things of the Lord Monday, Tuesday- after leaving the doors Of the church house- when church is out we got a reason to form A gathering- rather than shooting a
hold hands, Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man, And I (I wish) Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks Brand new shack and a
then rayon Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons Mu'fuckas, black out season Publishing resume steady increasing [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy] Shanghai, Shanghai New
break away free but it keeps holding me Maybe the kust of the world's the reason for my treason But the plesure of sin lasts only for a season And dear
Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a
t that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin? Almost gave your children a heartattack It's a tradition, but who the hell started that? A
Cali G's go to church and they sneak Don't judge me, unless we in court, for jury trial I'm on a hunt, it's fuck season ain't no reason to smile The
calculate how many times in a hour a fan spins (I appear in a coat of cashmere I'm casting fear like when bats appear for half a year I practice crackin
