gallows tree But now all is revealed, stamped there is the command My feet are on the trapdoor with a rope around my hand And now the executioner is shaking hands
womb, just like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought
send them straight to Hell [Part II: Torments] Far away, but much too close for comfort Carnival's calliope is playing Halloway sits in the darkened library Thinking dark thoughts
shook my hand and said "Congratulations" Was he saluting my courage? I woke up to the smell of cigar smoke I thought I heard my name being shouted I opened
a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like
it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say But I can't help from walkin out just a little way Just take my hand and understand, if you could
-twenty opened my eyes The Koran molded me The Bible told me what's in disguise But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed I had a thought pattern
And even still I bailed you out of jail Without me you would be facing in a pale But who knew dis, you would be Judas But in the process flew you in
up and bang with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real I still got my hands
up and bang with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real, I still got my hands
Hear you now a story of good and evil for evil flourished everywhere but one hope though don't bother calling for help, it will just cut short our
ebb and flow has pasteurized this blood of mine Panic rushes through sentient thoughts of fight or flee I can offer no aid but the hand that strangled
Swap out the colors Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin' Keep 'em shorter my brethren Shimmy out another one Thought about your lover I'm tryin' to beat the process
we're in the ghettos of dreaming I'm dreaming up with my partners in crime: Living Legends Giving these times an open handed account of the things that
I found myself in the process of being abducted again [K-Rino:] Jumping every time I hear a strange sound in the house [Deep K-Rino:] They repeated the same process
with the Revelations of Saint John, the final book of the bible, prophesizing the apocalypse? He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand
womb, just like an abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching cause I'm nervous, thought