cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle
Death in installments, you start fuckin' dying the day you're fuckin' born.
free to stare Rockabye baby In the treetop When the wind blows The cradle will rock When the bough breaks The cradle will fall Down will come baby Cradle
Cradle I will rock you like a baby, I will, Cradled in my arms, I will keep you safe from danger, Shelter you from harm... There will never be another
Cradle I will rock you like a baby, I will, Cradled in my arms, I will keep you safe from danger, Shelter you from harm... There will never be
A Buried Crime Forgotten Adultery A Bastard Son Breeding Into The Corpse Under Grave Clothes Foetus Incubated Placenta Reeks Post-Mortem Pregnancy [
Sing sweet and low your lullaby till angels say, "amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem "A little child shall lead them," the prophets
Another broken dream Another memory fades into the night I can't survive without you here. You took away my heart Forever this darkness fills my life
be deep enough, down to hell if we Were able, The veil of life was pushed aside, by the hand that Rocks the cradle. It's the hand that rocks the cradle
in anicipation placed upon the throne designed not for rules but the sinful wretch a belt fastened around the waist hoisted over the cradle and lowered
What is the meaning the definition of "hook up"? Are you together? Lovin' each other? You never know... Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon Little
He smiles within his cradle, A babe with face to bright It beams most like a mirror Against a blaze of light: This babe so burning bright. This babe
Oh, the divine ones lo thy eyes on these flames for eleven more times I will spurn the light, I will burn herein this night. And seeth the rise of a
HEY, I?M DOWN I GUESS THEY?LL LEAVE ME WHEN THEY?RE DONE I GUESS I LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I?M NUMB TODAY I?M ON FIRE INSIDE MY SHELL I GUESS THE PAIN INSIDE
Oh, listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make May dreams be brought that I might reach... the gentle strains of midnight speech
Crawl in awful stealth to me Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets
