home This is terror and we've had enough Terror Is a child that can't get enough to eat A victim of society, cast out on the street Terror Is growing
Bản dịch: Virus. Terror.
home This is terror..... And we've had enough Terror Is a child that can't get enough to eat A victim of society- cast out on the street Terror Is
by that snake in the grass Should of stuck the nigga fast Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since
And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital, you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror
chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold Their life and times, deadly like the virus
in London and Berlin, GM foods grown in the West, in Thailand - Burger King. Trees fall in the rainforest, the Yen falls in Japan, killer virus in the
destined to States, that death be in the case I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave
His monuments will fall Like ashes to dust Is war and greed the master plan? The Bible's where it all began Its propaganda sells despair And spreads the virus
One touch away! the viruses spread! Fuck the intellectual warheads! I said fuck them! All viruses spread! [? ] I missile the truth at you! [? ] I said
it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin' Barin' a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin' Wearin' the virus
rage, they say that I am a criminal There ain't no labels within the human animal In this world of bigotry and pain The violence spreads and terror reigns
no labels within the human animal I am an animal A human animal A human animal In this world of bigotry and pain, pain The violence spreads and terror
for red october Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a sb-1200 Instruments the terror on warships, it's corporate
have designed A Golden Age where men have become as herd beasts Festering meat bound in madness, side by side. Ignorance prevails, and they breed like insects A virus
next war starts and its all the same And the future unfolds for a hundred years As the terror grows and it breeds more fear So who will decide the future
