from these plans Do I drive too much when I'm drunk Do I preach to you all like a punk And I am Losing my mind I'm losing my mind Losing my mind Losing my
Jesus Christ, I'm coming, terrestrial home I'm allowed to guide their train To visit you in Rome I am sick of preachers telling to be plain While you
many years we've been silenced by fear Our lives have been ruined by liars and fools The powerful and greedy who bind us with rules Politicians and preachers
i think not. [Freek] I can sit and write lyrics all day, but my teenage problems never fade away, my fasion sence never lead astray, my smell, my phone
ya down Gotta watch my back across my tracks, God know, I know these clowns God know I know I feel like can't nobody fuck with me God got my back so
into ash admire my shapes among the ruins of jericho behold my wrath I hath showered the earth ancestor ov all gods the one among the ancient ones the paynim rite drew in my
get my soul out Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace I've opened the door and my mind has been released Well I don't want no preacher
ones you've called colorful, noble and proud In your school propaganda, they starve in their splendor You've asked for my comment, I simply will render My
's all irrelevant As I get older gotta build my own intelligence Teacher, what are you doin Is it my rhymes that you're really tryin to ruin Back of the
church lies in ruins, Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone, I fell to my knees,
I love you, without caring whom you love. My hands below the belt, or my hands above in the arms of other men, or in my bed again. It's just a man, Taking
[eminem] So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils
are never more shown with like When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin Due to a clue of a naughty noise called, 'Plug tunin'' Flock to the preacher
grief The mother dressed in mourning Sister crumples and the neighbors grumble Preacher issues warnings History Little miss didn?t do right Went and ruined
must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins
The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize
t do it! Covenant won't do it. I know now, Oh my God do I know it, Until I lie in Agony Until I have been anguished over it I'm preaching sermons,