Let freedom sing from the bells that ring Lets make a bomb attack It will be a great comeback lets make those bastards pay on your daughters wedding
the edit As long as you meant it when you said it And all of the kids laugh, when you admit that It mighta been witchcraft that made my noose fit bad
types letters of resignation Upon recognition Of your tape playing on decks within its system As it enters self destruction Squelch discussion On these simple
time can mend, time will destroy Indecipherable words carved by hands dissimilar to mine But the calling was made and it's purpose will serve The end
grew wherever we would roam see whenever we're together any stranger feel at home in a way we are an army but this army not destruct no instead we're doing simple
the End of Days Bent up graves, the rival of the Messiah 7, 000 new Bible's, the creation of the third temple The destruction of the simple, the rise
my waves Continue as flav On my display Lyrical scripture Venture rhymes Un sit cha Here's a picture Off type flow that hit cha, dit cha Disappear wit cha Equalize my variety Destruction
the cockpit Rollin, at high speed, I proceed to go duck hunting Fools best press the self-destruct button, 'cause it ain't nuthin [HOOK x4] I made it
the natural disasters and plagues Prostitution and AIDS Guns, grenades -man made These are the last days' norm Starving children have no homes While the entertainers watch With all the millions being made
[Verse 1: PC] A simple bite of a fruit against the face of destruction Led to milleniums of pestilence famine and destruction Seduction of the flesh
can mend, time will destroy Indecipherable words carved by hands dissimilar to mine But the calling was made and it's purpose will serve The end of all
made you out of a rib My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned
Let's begin What, where, why, or when Will all be explained Why destruction is a game See I'm not insane In fact, I'm kind of rational When I be asking
and evil has plans for survival. The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction
When I was a child they made me read word-daggers of quiver and squirm now in the stumbling dark I see I am a worm silently fruiting your garden my sister
Believing, proclaiming, wearing the crown - pinnacle of creation. It fatalistic assumption human kind has made. On the planet that is so wrongly called
