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Son Of Sam Songs From The Earth

be So we slip away, (cut, cut, cut) no one can get to us up here, So I slip away, (cut, cut, cut) no one can get to you up here From this low up to

In the circle of dying time there's a thinning of salt, What was kept from slipping in will be soaring out A color that can't be described, A power

As the thorns grow with care start to twist they make new colored eyes, As the flesh starts to split like the wrists that is slit as I break, and they

this inversion shall bring anew, That of nights that since have gone unknown Beyod this coil, I am reaching beyond your reach, I send myself WHOAH- Beneath the Earth

the black day, WHOAH- and as you stray you move closer to our world This is the final night WHOAH- before the black day, WHOAH- As the dim stretches further from

lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive

lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem