Conjour the vision or twisted remains and the great empires have all fallen to rulns As I crawl through the remaine slabs of unburn and entralls of this
cloisters And I heard them call the cry; "Draw up the drawbridge, draw down the blinds Everyone inside is getting high tonight Waiting for the plague
Conjour the vision or twisted remains and the great empires have all fallen to rulns As I crawl through the remaine slabs of unburn and entralls of
Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams
DADDY, is somethin I've been wantin to say for the longest I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age
drowsy But I get mellow with the chronic Intellectuals embarrasSed cause we discussing ebonics I'm on a roll like sonic In an age that the plague got
em. fuck em, reluctant to kick bullshit put the fold it like the narrows wearing sombrero chip up the weapons blowing up some Winnebago with bitches under the stagecoach age
home is where the physco rage, spending long nights and cold days, Inside a Bible cage, is it the curse of a Bible plague, Welcome, to the cyber age,
the time My rhyme, somewhat Shakespearean, blood I'm smearin' in Tongue-kissin' my lawyer, at my hearin' In this day and age, my rap is like the plague
for their lives with every breath Against famine, disease, and the plot of death Now this was once a peaceful nation But then came the plague that they
eye Dead girl There will never be another one that bleeds like you I been dryin' in a dead age I?ve been reekin' of the new plague The sound of the
another voice I am not runnin' for office here I won't keep it purposefully vague I've heard that 'New Age Life Force' trip I'd rather be dipped in bubonic plague
your eyes dead girl there will never be another one that bleeds like you i been drying in a dead age i been reeking of the new plague the sound of the
savage ghouls of obscene gore Like insane rats they're still craving more No survival, no escape it's just a world of..... Graphic repulsion! Dead cannibals of modern age
teeth. Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when therea??s nothing left. Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age
lock me up rot and assimilate so hot to annihilate deviation tonic mess prolonged existence innocence is he who speaks isn't weak wheelchair virtue so to speak bubonic plague
