Texty:
Church Desert

Preklad: Cirkev. Púšť.

These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb Skyscraper standing in a desert alone A helicopter searchlight

Walking through the desert You know what it's about it's really from the church too far That was never there Yet you know I'm in heaven but it is a hell

THIS NIGGAZ SWEETER THAN A HERSHEY KISS, GOT ME HEATED BOUT TO WORK THE FIFTH, DESEL ON THE PURPLE SHIT, THE REV GOTTA GET A CHURCH FOR KISS, YOU BROKE

dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse Your songs in need of a real verse Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church Then right after

Desert messiah ain't nothing new We all know his kind Another self-appointed prophet With world domination on his puny mind Whispered scenes behind closed

I was saved by the bell, 'cause I read all the signs In the churches and houses, in the townships and mines I went running through the forest, through the deserts

'Cause sometimes when they fall They will pretend That the hankie is a bandage To stop the bleeding And imagine city streets And desert storms and

of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church