But remember for ever I'm your friend Even if forever means your own end! Cause like death I'm insane and unstable And like poison, I can be sweet but horrible If your soul
remember for ever I'm your friend Even if forever means your own end! Cause like death I'm insane and unstable And like poison, I can be sweet but horrible If your soul
these are fucking lies [chorus] fallacies have blackened my soul and i burn because i feel controlled so i do what i gotta do voice my hatred love has
Oh your stories gave me life and they flowed through me like wine But they were darkest pitch-black arrows to my soul Yes I was your true believer now my bones do
by the blackened maw of the sacred Z'xulth! [ZURANTHUS:] Stray not into my darksome embrace, lest I grind my jaws on your soul. [CONDEMNED SOULS OF
On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline Like a soot-blackened palisade yet Impelled, void and abulic Legions delineate an omnious skyline As lifeless demons without soul
his soul Let me fall in two Wide as a river and spread as thin What it could start and no one would finish Bottled up frowning treaties or what they
Nowhere to run you're out of control The darkness came over you it has blackened your soul your eyes're burning red as bright as the rising sun seems
t learned your name, you better kill it before they see it It's armagoddamnmotherfuckinggeddon I've got a blackened soul, morals in a hole, wish I was
lie down with my face in the sand The sun or the truth I cannot see My soul is lost and will forever be But suddendly I see a striking fight The blackened
I went outta my way to do music for you. I did shit with E40, Scarface, everybody All your heroes, nigga Yukmouth. All that shit. Now I'm about to do
see areolas chicks on my sholders instead of boo hoo Like I said I'm too through with spreadin All I wana hear is my peoples say tech go head and do you
a fuckin' crumb I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed or the champ' Voices like
lost soul On the subject on when I talk low I'm ready to dangle this darkness at the top of the catacoumbs and toss those But will you still be with me Or
this ground, cropping up the fatal front line Like a soot-blackened palisade yet Impelled, void and abulic Legions delineate, an ominous skyline As lifeless demons without soul
night alone I find endurance the silence of the witchinghour like nectar to my soul alas, this beauty can not last forever or praytell it will do when
realize the mess you're in the fight goes do you wanna win a black child is desired target it's skin sold on illegal market paralysed or desinteressed