not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the
passin' round Seen the smoke and fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn They stomp and smash and bash
, a misleading calculation No elevation, time wastin and live chasin [Prodigal Sun] A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine Blaze a lime green, six on
lies And deceit .. and he shall sit as a god In the temple of God, showing himself to be king ... He shall honor a god of fortress, And anoint himself
, The final world empire revived; the peace of rome, The beast and its throne; it is turning, Burning on its horns; ten crowns And on its head a name
monsters with countless tentacles advance in the darkness on a hopeless night. They leave the message of their evolution the scheme of a life based on
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin' Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the set Cause
the heart of a shell. We move in step like machines, not one but a sum, not a drop but a wave. Similar we behave not a point but a hum. The war is
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame It's a shame, it's a shame
and what, head or gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> [Killa Sin
the fire Build your weapons These nations overrun with you Out of action To this end, we'll resist forever Ready to kill all thrashy gods With this machine
'm not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants