swallow me as I become a living blaspheme. force fed by your tyrant. choke on the lies of the ancients. so you are the demon to design my fate. disguise
Swallow me as I become A living blaspheme Force fed by your tyrant Choke on the lies of the ancients So you are the demon to design my fate Disguise
Traduzione: Eighteen Visions. Il Nulla.
the treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand He had a vision destruction his creative urge He lit a fire and it still burns Mikhail wanted nothing
stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions
things is never clear A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge Naked asylum, strangle this kid That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's Vision
by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums
Cha] Cha Cha, Cha Cha [1] I wear my sunglasses at night So I can, so I can Keep track of visions in my eyes [Repeat 1] Yo pretty feisty ain't she, eighteen
)] This is how it goes Down in the town of West Oakland keepin' hoes soaked in (This game will never change] (In Jersey freaks touch concrete eight
an individual. People are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice Where in reality they're nothing but passive observers. Passive observers do nothing
He believed them to be free Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone His vision
an AA meeting And they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision You're like a
were hung by the chimney with care,in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
ain't too safe Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted {?} expanded double
the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still
were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
And I never went back To that lil' school I had been sent to Find some shit I could get in to Been through more by the time I was eighteen Then most people