I am all yours We will wear confession We will wear it In the gates of Hell We'll stand against it We will wear confession We will wear it In the gates
it And the gates of Hell They won't stand, they won't stand against it. We will wear compassion We will wear it And the gates of Hell (and the gates
try to burn something I'll do my dirt and when I ? never pay it back I'm dealing with it and never take it the candys back the city never ? ? take a
earthlings And all homo sapiens left in the dirt like worms when they're squirming I smell petrol burning The sunset on the end of days Capital City's burning
fools What to do The sun sets in flames as the city burns Another day gone down as the night turns And I hold you here in my heart As things fall apart
that burn. We move in vicious circles as we fan the fires of hate And laugh as the 'Four Horsemen' clamour at the starter's gate. REPEAT CHORUS Preserve
cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the
in civilization The rain is cold as steel But the mystery of love It just keep growing The more my heart reveals As sure as the rose The bright day blooms As
's what the plans is A good life for me and my man's In the studio paid off stanzas, so in the long run Every song done gotta be bananas From city streets
civilization The rain is cold as steel But the mystery of love, it just keep growing The more my heart reveals As sure as the rose, the bright day blooms As
Lot, the one expelled Falling from the heavens Angels lie decayed Burning, city of Sodom One by one, sinners pay The sufferers' impalement Inside the city gates
Let me ask this question real quick, umm As far as the Smif-N-Wessun And the name change and everything like that Now how did that come about? How did
one thing bein' in the bing And not smilin' on the gate it's too late Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes The white rover, with the plates burn
came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life 'Til the sun burn out, that's my word, move it with the burner
niggas can't escape the hood They took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood But it's real niggas like me that made
one here escapes their fate, begging for their final breath they die Their cities burn in a massive conflagration The flames of hate are burning higher
little note, falls to sleep. November's coat with black lapels Dressed in a snow white shirt, ready for the grave Prepares to flee, from the city's gates
