never seems to last right You know you sick of lookin', you sick of chasin' I think you know the truth, you just don't wanna face it Your life is empty
never ends The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly
to learn from those who came before us We see the road maps in the lines upon their face And as I look out on this crazy congregation The truth is inside
chase, hold up unless I'm bein followed Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help
[Verse 1: PC] A simple bite of a fruit against the face of destruction Led to milleniums of pestilence famine and destruction Seduction of the flesh
media ain't nourishing hope I grab my word, Find a place to start reading to cope It says well's not to worried, But it hurts to be broke Heavenly father
We spit our venom in the face of Jesus Christ Forever scar their hanging frame In this season of monumental horror We hunger for heavenly termination
safer The chosen leader now will speak who was sent from your maker The one who made the earth and seas, the heavenly creator And now your face to face
for a better day, day, and a better way, way, way.. So let's hope tomorrow... can lead us to the place we tryin to be.. In heavenly harmony, in heavenly
truth'll never be heard in religion After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden It was the truth [Female singer] Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
the dart specialist, Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo MethTical, John, John do your thing, thing What? Check it The all eye seein', heavenly divine The truth
This time last year there sure was A lot of sad faces around this old house Our papa died without fulfillin' his life's dream Of producing one of the
heavenly My heart is longing for Your touch For only You can fill this need in me Yeah, everlasting to everlasting Age to age, everlasting to everlasting Generations will seek Your face
as a favor for holding me down Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found Facing
it to late to call And tell you to be strong? Are you alive, Amigone? (Miracles gone wrong) Is it too late to face the truth That it was wrong, Amigone Heavenly
guns'll have you runnin' like track and field And life after the casket's real And since that's the deal His word gets spilled when I grasp the steel Forget mass appeal my heavenly
Yes, I swear its the truth And I owe it all to you. 'Cause I had the time of my life And I've searched through every open door Till I've found the truth