while friend Everyone needs a helping hand Don't crucify me I'm not ready to die just yet I've got something to say, to see, to be Crucified Theive
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a while friend Everyone needs a helping hand Don't crucify me I'm not ready to die just yet I've got something to say, to see, to be Crucified Theive
the line) Never vanish, we'll be here forever Searching for the mystical energy Time existence, interruption Indecision. Curse you! Fall! Me immortal, you destruction Force our mission, crucify
room for somethin' real Arrogance and ego wrapped around every word Shouted from the pulpit as a judgment to control These are my roots, my seed was thrown in shallow soil
march and slay Till the last of the foes fall Irreligious brutal nations Ascending hate of the empire of crucify Decapitation soaked soil With the
IN THE MUD/NO PIETY/NO DEITY/IS THAT YOUR FORGIVENESS?/SAINT/MARTYR/GOAT/BILLY/FORGIVE?/SHIT HE FORGIVES/HE HANGS UPON HIS CROSS IN SELF-RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT/HANGS IN CRUCIFIED
share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck his loaded deity. * Over half the world's population is starving, Crucified by the greed of
From that churlish suicide, petulant child Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy I vomit for you, forgive? Shit, he forgives He hangs in crucified
- of hope and praise The chosen one put forth - to vanquish buried flames For those before you - far beyond the gates Beneath the tempered soil, What
sky is gone. My world is in deconstruction" The fallen that dreams suicide Takes the needle, instead of the gun The victim who self crucifies can't realize
quest I will gather the immortals to weep I shall crucify my death The children of black - Oh, what is their pity? Shall they not die for me? My soil
big asses Bobby you be buggin', girl my mind flashes My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat Muslim oil My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil No
all you sheep my prey You mundane fool your life is mine, Before your pitiful tears touch the earth Your children will learn to be warriors On the land soiled
mud No piety. No deity Is that your forgiveness? Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy. Forgive? Shit he forgives He hangs upon his cross In self-righteous judgment Hangs in crucified
. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck his loaded deity. * Over half the world's population is starving, Crucified
, from that churlish suicide, petulant child. Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy. I vomit for you. Forgive? Shit he forgives. He hangs in crucified
