on the titanic Sing "Nearer, my God, to thee" The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me? They were burnin' all the flares for candles
your kiss, I miss your face I miss the stars of your arms The man that I lust in, he do I trust For he is my god, my anti-Jesus He is my savior, my salvation
under the spell of public execution. It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for
a low shutter speed Long enough for you to see That you create your own reality And that the wait alone will not enshrine you And the war that you swore
a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light in a darkened room All the precious
All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you (Prozak) It's just another day for me I'm askin ya'll to pray for me My life
Uugh, yeah, yeah here we go y'all Here we here we here we go y'all Busta Rhymes Flip mode y'all Yeah, yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat
got its load, they'll come out for the count At the breakin' of day When the limos return for their final review, it's all through All they can see
crazed Know that he prayed, that shit is played It's ok, it's alright Spirit will be better when you see that light When you see that flight And Allah
's only Hatred, sometimes that's all that's real Terror, sometimes that's all I feel Hatred, sometimes that's all that's real Terror, sometimes that's all
, all I seem to see are circling hawks Once fledglings turned to eagles, I regret having ever, ever urged them on And all at once a voice reminds me That salvation
afraid The Lord, the Lord is my salvation I will trust in Him Yes, I know that I know that I know that I know That I know that I know that I know But
It's all for the best... Castigate... the foul flesh of a despotic race War... feel the blade's embrace There is no love that remains for this unworthy
the love that won't be received Convicted now but too late to believe Laid out for all his perfect will And ignorant life remains unfulfilled
he drank the pain away i'll be damned if thats me having my dreams robed the working class carries a country that has been rotting inside for years
all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For
pray She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do She prayed that the knife in her hand would aim true But all of a sudden she was now paralyzed The