you open your eyes and see the blood is on your hands Can't get the blood off your hands Can't get the blood off your hands You left your heart so
wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog is broken dreams flying away on
Flies By your Hand the Zamanu dies Drink, drink, the Blood of the Ancients Me-Zu Me Pa-Ku-Ku-De-Hul (Your Divine Ordering Principle is a Divine Order
we say life's a game But a game is something you can lose If you choose not (what) Or a have Yahweh as your friend With Jesus by my side against all odds
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
? Just a helpless bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take
the wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog Is broken dreams flying away on
tame a land, a new king must be chosen. In search for such a man of trust there will be contradicti- ons. Coming forth on desert ground, the incarnation
world's broken neck grasped in his hands. Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key. Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede. Screams distorted with blood
like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene Thoughts
] Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina Hand it to a
I probably bumping in blood A fast thug fin to lose his life, motherfucking nigga from Texas Steady with the dumb plexers, by the hand when I'm kicking your
death-gorged Field of Blood. Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day
snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of slaughter. (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I am beckoned forward by a
Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough" At night from a satellite view the city's a heart The red and white blood cells are the lights on cars From
is the wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog is broken dreams flying away on
can hear them say "Come out with your hands raised" I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase Striking through a field I hit a barbwire