't choke the breathless beast the gracious fallacy 'Give everything' I'm left empty Guilt no more... Guilt guilt no more guilt embraceless Bound at the
bound Entombed in my body i live my death Living in a world of non-reality Decapitated, soulless stare Comatose, the walking dead Day by day we're dying
I think I know the deal. I watched her face turn white to red, and then it hit me. She said "I've seen enough, I know you're a dying breed." Go to
blood whilst saying prayers ?Save me father? Jesus weeps Drowned in noise from ringing steel Odious Jesus, swindler priest Feeble Christians, dying breed Faith that is bound
I'm a send you a bitch in a second While I hold it down, O.G. style, golden crown S.I.N.Y. bound, man know the town Bang that Napalm shit, til they know
friend to an enemy See, phony people like phony people Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table sh*t IS BOUND
I'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound
Charm the press A breed from the seed of only One short breath" Mother, hence we cry: Some of us are free to stand Most of us are bound to lie
good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When
Eldritch turns of father time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound
a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When
the bounds of the skies Filled by flesh hatred and death Proclaiming the glory of the kingdom of Kutulu Madness and wrath unholy existence Breeding the
time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation
to an enemy See, phony people like phony people Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table sh*t IS BOUND
'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound
the man never came Diversified constraints compel the freedom of the living bait Welcome the hush They spawn their likened destiny to joys of dying they
the press A breed from the seed of only One short breath" Mother, hence we cry: Some of us are free to stand Most of us are bound to lie In those
