care We're going higher on fire With fire we force our way We got a higher desire for life We just ignore this indiscretion Keep our heads up high Staying
up to the early morning gun-fire Another day another scar to acquire Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm Took a shower and then I strapped on my
to dust as hours march on Bitterness of utter purity drenches the evil of epochs gone Shackled in a dream pursuing the wisdom Evaded since inception
wings to fly I'm not a pretender The signs of freedom on high High, high in the sky Oh, can't you see, they're turning on me On the sins of the mortal
of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting high, fighting on for the steel Through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell that is wasted on
darkened years, Superstition's flying high. There is pain, there is fear In the poverty's sigh. Preachers on a frightening spree, Of demons and hell's fire
bleeding on fire Screaming in higher Forever more. And the evil crossing horizon Doing a mission Changong the world Forever more. Now the corpses're bleeding on fire Screaming in higher
moment of ecstasy, the 'ear-gasm' phenomenon no man can fathom, the phantasm, with hell-fire for the grand-dragon, draggin' 'tag-alongs' longin' for a ride on
the fire burning in your heart Forever and ever Keep the fire burning from the start Ever together Bittersweet, so high so low Lonely dreamer - life
One of us is the subject of a divine will Here I am on the high seas and nobody will help me! "Why don't you understand, you must go on Poor weak soul
hear in this house Pelican fly, come on, Pelican! [Cno Evil] Check the sound, I'm running down, like my nose, when I'm sick Running with Allah on my
kingdom of gods and silence grows high where the soldiers lie those who feared no evil (and those who did) now set me on fire...take me high when it'
sweet obscenities You softly whispered in my nightmares Simple atrocities as hateful words Fall on infected ears [Chorus:] Baby Baby this ain?t no dream Your evil
to me to you I don't mind being the middle man, someday I might need one, too I'm at the fire Where are you? I'm at the fire Where the hell are you?
Walking down the street with some evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was
shit Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side
't shit Better make your money, baby And pick up a couple of guns on the side So when you ride and you get high Don't let them haters run up your side
twist the caps, enemies I devour Yo, it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's Lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face With avenganceshaving blocks on