вторник, 10 март 2009 г.
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I dont understand
Fools like me,who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep,for their beliefs
Do you kill on gods command?
A country thats divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased,no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near,its crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Dont look now to israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium,as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavels bang,uphold the law
Up on my soapbox,a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holler
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks,repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die
They killed my wife,and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake|
Paid by the alliance,to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes|
Fill the cracks in,with judicial granite
Because I dont say it,dont mean I aint
Thinkin it
Next thing you know,theyll take my thoughts away
I know what I said,now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings
понеделник, 9 март 2009 г.
петък, 27 февруари 2009 г.
Mouth For War
Revenge
Im screaming revenge again
Wrong
Ive been wrong for far too long
Been constantly so frustrated
Ive moved mountains with less
When I channel my hate to productive
I dont find it hard to impress
(pre) bones in traction
Hands break to hone raw energy
Bold and disastrous
My ears cant hear what you say to me
(chorus) hold your mouth for the war
Use it for what isnt for
Speak the truth about me
Determined
Possessed
I feel a conquering will down inside me
Strength
The strength of many to crush
Who might stop me
My strength is in number
And my soul lies in every one
The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun
(pre)
(chorus)
There comes a time within everyone to close your eyes to
Whats real
No comprehension to fail
I vacuum the wind for my sail
Cant be the rest
Let others waste my time
Owning success is the bottom line.
Like a knife into flesh
After life is to death
Pulling and punching the rest of duration
No one can piss on this determination
вторник, 24 февруари 2009 г.
понеделник, 23 февруари 2009 г.
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