force, blind fate No innocence, deadly hat This time we're gonna see a fight You'll who's wrong of who's right We will walk on the street of the dead
sleeping in silence Factual I poison anything that's natural I kill love and I'm hope frozen up just like it's a statue Vampires walk among us sucking
[Intro] "Hey hey, you kids stop fighting, you shouldn't be fighting around me He black you shouldn't be fighting amongst each other" "This bitch ass
No loyalty among thieves. You drowned me when the levee broke. Inside of my head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their
-born hearts in the eve of what ill nations breed there'll be none left to see our creations made to fail and fall so watch as the dead walk among us
, dough, I need alot of it My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with me Need to take a look inside the Montana diary [Cormega] Yo, I walk among men
My destiny was sorrow, my fate was to kill And hatred slipped in with a need to be fulfilled I should've been dead, I was but still alive Walking among
die, I rise to walk again. I am called to stand and be counted among the victorious dead. Crucified to the flesh I am bound in, I am the victorious dead
blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her
the dark... concrete lawns, no sidewalks to walk on - walking down the street I feel so out of place the people introverted, no friendliness asserted I feel like a black sheep among
suck-a-cidal It all balls down to my recital No time to waste, fill the bass I got ya head in the suitcase Smilin while I'm look at ya dead face The cause
way that i can ever stop. the ones who settle are the ones you've lost. you gave me the options. you gave me the tools, but you're walking blind in line amongst
argument who was the hottest Now both them niggas is dead And I roll as a solo artist [Chorus] [Kuniva] Look bitch you stressed out I divide these bullets equally among
, this luxury life All the juices of lies Doesn't smell like a bowl of fruit But I am strong and brute Send you back among the dead No one will see that
asked for the release of Balder His brother She recalled and showed him the path Into the dark Hermod arrived to the palace At the Hel's table among the dead
Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A closed-minded, self centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who