up no good Makes me wanna shoot 'em Aiyo maybe I should But instead I parlay Maintain self control And say a prayer for the lost souls To the lost souls
to comprehend As demons rise and re-ascend Here is were evenings serenades Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves For my words are without sound Far beyond
never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have
stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare of freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control
to call me Burn the witch Razorblade Expire Last breath Krieg in Sicht Yet if as holiest men have deem'd, there be A land of souls beyond that sable
] Now we are the masters of our fate That the task which has been set us is not above our strength That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
moving beyond - eith goals set high moving beyond - new ways to apply Abuse this norm - slashing at the soul wreckage results of lost control taught
soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content // My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel // Words
witness such an earthly goddess That I've lost my self control Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your Holiest of altars I'd sell My soul
They always said it wouldn't last But we're still here though time has past Our souls were sent to spread the word And shine the light until done heard
too far beyond reality Another time we had to see - we are creeping worms in space Too many disappointments made me disintegrate I'm losing hold, losing control
once you have been 'signed' to the creator of mankind. You're far beyond control captured soul. Light the candle. Light the lie. Yet another soul will
been 'signed' to the creator of mankind. You're far beyond control captured soul. Light the candle. Light the lie. Yet another soul will die. The blessing
the reckoner Thy halo of glory, hope's true gage May prove to be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul
Smell the taste and feel the sky controlled by lust you can't defy. Beyond these skies, lies the world that we once knewe and passed all through. A dying
s true gage May prove to be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom
Exiled bodies of the plagues burned for the comfort of faith Mythic beyond Raging waters of revenge Overbearing scroll Mistakes of your God Your Idol, Your soul
world of illusions No trace of the missing ore Stealing our souls, we're out of control Knocking at death's door All our beliefs fading into ashes Heed the words