Out of key with my time Banned from streets of gold 'Cause of my rhyme So tell me Is there still a world to win Or am I just a captive Of the original
Savior, I come quiet my soul Remember, redemption's hill Where Your blood was spilled For my ransom Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss
Look down on the body that you have grown Four mountains stand around you, they're not your own And light squares and bodies are all you see Since you
I've got two lovers in my life now A true love and one that's brand new I'm not really sure that I know how To love one and tell one we're through I
Nuns in the church living like whores Spreading disease with their cancerous sores Begging and pleading for a buck When all they want from you is a fuck
Today, I stood across the street and watched you leave with him Right before my disbelieving eyes And when you saw me standing there, you turned away
Venimos de muchas partes la razon es hambre y guerra Estamos esplotados aqui y en nuestra tierra Aqui tenemos libertad de expression, Es nuestro pais,
Per attraversare il mondo devi accompagnarmi tu se la strada e una salita noi andremo piu su ma tu guarda i miei passi e dimmi sottovoce dove devo andare
[Sol Invictus cover] Give us our bread and bury our dead And kneel to the cross on the wall Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake Just kneel
Subconciuos desolation of your mind. Enter the church of life. Decieved by the almighty. Obeying the book of lies. Goes money to those who suffer, or
There's a view from here where you can see tomorrow And after that it's up to you There ain't no point in trying to drown your sorrows The point is they
This hotel room is dark and dirty And its freezing cold I came here to avoid the party The party's kind of getting old Nothing more than selfish reasons
Well it's late, and you know I've been up drinkin, Talkin to myself up and down the hall. Ain't it great, another fabulous disaster. Well I can't wait
Well I miss you baby I gotta get back home to you Well I miss you baby I gotta get back home to you Ive seen a million women Only one of them will do
You can't keep God off the radio Don't let him in You can't keep the Devil from the media Don't let him in There is always a salesman at the front door
How does it feel when you kiss him? Do you feel anything at all? I get sick just reminiscing, two years wasted it was not my fault. And all the trees
Out of key with my time Banned from streets of gold 'cuz of my rhyme So tell me is there still a world to win Or am I just a captive of the original sin
Your hostility doesn't scare us, and we will never return your hatred. Myopic understanding of our mission. Burnishing misconceptions and chimerical inventions