are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin. Language has us wired to explode, we know how to hold on and how to let go. When it feels like
Sacred Blood there's a dance hall where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black
morrissey girlfriend in a coma never had no one ever is it really so strange? I know it's over there is a light that never goes out please, please, please, let me get what I want angel
Rock} (sampled vocals i.e. NOT Aesop)] [Intro: Various Samples] (Give him one of these pills if he has any pain) (A parable....What is it? Well it's
my calling In the temple of love - hear my name And the devil in the black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black
regret, the times we got blowed On the road doing shows, all across the globe It's your boy Willean, and I'm holding it down Legendary status Screw, steady slowing it
In black Corners of my Soul I can feel the Fire burn In my Dreams I've seen the King And the fallen Angel cry In my Dreams I've seen me lough As
cry In black Corners of my Soul I can feel the Fire burn In my Dreams I've seen the King And the fallen Angel cry In my Dreams I've seen me lough As I
angel smells like sex And it's fun, livin my life on the run Shootin at fuckers with a Black & Decker nail gun [Hook x2] [Andre Nickatina] I represent it
the order good terms I never quite understood two opponents with so much in common the choice is yours, angel or demon Holy or unholy, written in black
crowd: another angel down We ll see a black hole will be left up in the starry sky We gotta mourn another angel If I am just a light descending to caducity It
fame ? time will come Make your claim ? time has come For the crow who fly away [Jorn Lande:] So you're an angel meant to walk down here And you believe it
'm the angel of joy And I'm here to paint the void Welcome to my world To my dream factory Say hello to the gentleman with the paint The deeper you'
You better taste: they call it life ? my special area I'm breeding winners over there Ain't it a sin to turn your back on what you're given? It's time
still get fully paid Yeah It's the Dope House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, what you slangin' Boy, what you slangin
that I've ever known, every voice I was ever shown stalks me at my window, claws at my window. I raise the record player to drown the screams, I black
on my door I see a black moon rising, and it's calling out my name It's calling out my name, it's calling I see a black moon rising, and it's calling
in the flames Subject myself to the pain I'd even sleep in the rain God, I'd do anything I'd cross the desert for you Let you beat me black and blue Spray paint