my feet were rested and I'd laid my sons to sleep I went out in search of animals whose blood you might believe I slit their throats and I help them up towards the sky
you like Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles
wake up to a wet dream every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I
One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror posessed me then. And I begged, "Angel Of The Lord, what are these totured screams?" and the Angel
give em a pair of wings In January she fought off bats The fbi firing gats even lying (lion) attaks Running from wolf packs thru the woods black Never
this is Horsemen Talk {*echoes*} [Outro: Movie Sample] I remember the first war The way the sky burned The faces of angels destroyed I saw a third of
hand in mine Remembering a fragrance Full of melancholy time You see those ravens breaking the prairie sky? We used to go where ravens fly Our giddy laughter made the angels
life away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin' shit right away I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you
floor I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky I know you closer to cloud 9 my
pull guns on you like Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles
fallin' out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill Sara, Sara Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life Sara, Sara Radiant jewel, mystical wife Sleepin' in the woods
, I've seen. And I sing to thee: And all the land, all the seas, All the landscape will freeze Say goodbye to the angels in your heart! And all the woods
cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter I like to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared
Reflex in the sky Warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you better hide From the atomic tide Flashes in the sky Turns houses into sties Turns people
lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross where he'd been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice threw knives
not The sky comes king blown in every direction And of no country, I am straw It is no mystery I know my way from here Iron sharpens iron, crooked wooden
Great god of all mankind, of nature and of lust Of the future yet untold and nations in the dust From an age of wood and stone, through bronze, iron
He's goin' out to find blind spots and he'll do it The third planet is sure that they're being watched By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped When
