to the top will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to whoever What it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch at a church
Let it go Feel her warmth beside you Remember that night The warmth and the laughter Candles burned Though the church was deserted At dawn we went
the skies are glowing in fiery red, The North and the South, East and West, have sworn allegiance to the armies Of Death Burning rivers, dried-up oceans, desert
we feared, There's glass upon this playground, there's cocaine in your church, Is there water in this desert, is there water in this desert? Fall Downa
scream through the night And dream the policemen to hell Close all the windows and close all the doors Close all the shutters and blinds Close down the churches
top Will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who Ever what it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch, at a church Where
[Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church
touch I read the Cosmos, what God wrote, predicted as much The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough As they backslide back to church and call
chlorine bed Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read Void of movement, void of feeling, void of life Shadows crackles Spanish churchs
, let it go Feel the warmth beside you Remember that night, the warmth and the laughter Candles burn though the church was deserted At dawn we went
and swerve through my chosen words Miss pumpin power to open hers Yeeeah I be chilling by the frozen deserts And if this don't work, I'm going to church
numb Nobody seems to care CRISIS OF MAN-Crisis of a generation CRISIS OF MAN-degeneration I walked to the church in the village green The church it seemed deserted
wealth and possessions. * The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church. With its tradition of finance from the gentry The church has always
The wind of change transformed the plains into the desert And on the lower levels demons scream delight Places of worship have ceased to serve the purpose
Blessed are the land-mines Stretched across the desert floor God, bless the hands that formed them Filled their shrapnel hearts with war May You bless
worse is I've been deserted in the circus Up and left the circuit It's dead like herses Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches That ain't
have your names on it I'll never let them forget, I put my seeds on it You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert,