perfection Raging hate Burn the cross Death to you is life to me Fallen angel son Mist of blood Turns to dust Welcome home Fallen angel son
niggas, verbal abuse to do niggas Split one nigga's opinion and have him thinking like two niggas A rhyming nightmare for all you dreamers You want to fall
tell another tale From the dark side of myself, I'm entangled Between Heaven and Hell, the Fallen Angel "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" [Esham] 18 years passed, never knew about love The sky is fallin
mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel
[Talking] The new age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall
Rule} Niggaz know who dope yo Shit the flow is retched And my gee too futuristic for you hoes to catch it I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
stick my knife up your bitches tuna The catch of the day, I caught a big one Dispose of the body, grab the shovel for graves and dig one son And hop inside
your son for stealing my light. This world is mine... They call me the son of the morning. They call me the son of the morning. I can mound all your fallen
s the deceiver condemned by the woman's seed His head will be crushed At the cross these words came alive for us all Fall, fall from the sky son of the
Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels The scorpion tongue Come close I'ma sting you, I'm Morpheus' son Part two to The Matrix, I'm atheist
parked in the car I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars an ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay cause with fluid
grave Vamanos, Vamanos...all walls will fall like dominoes Earthquakin' and shakin' Please don't stop... rock (pre-chorus and chorus) Yes, all walls will fall All walls will fall
whippin' across my face Don't make a sound stay close to the ground Got to leave without a trace Like my daddy before me Said the son of the seventh son
ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem. Crown him the Son of God, before the worlds began, and ye who tread where he hath trod, crown him the Son of Man
me through the merciless mass enslavement of the tortureds agony i crush the corpses down to dwarves engraving eternity in misery feasting from the fury of fallen angels
their graves Damnation free-for-all" A prodigal son can?t do what he?s done A figurehead of capital crime With the light shining down as you fall to
