face When truth turns its head Silence is only what you can say When truth turns its head End of civilisation When truth turns its head It's time for
its face When truth turns its head Silence is only what you can say When truth turns its head End of civilisation When truth turns its head It's time
new shoes I cruise around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's me, my past is a matter of when and if, not a
head hunter, head's I've chopped off Cemetary's full from the bodies I dropped off Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm singing Blasphemy Die and go to hell and when
When she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied And her possessions have been sold He's surrounded by God's angels And she's wearin
when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin'
mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin
spit dark words of proverbs A parables or varibles?, it's Observed My heart is gothic when I carve it My pad is covered with darkness I start writin'
