wound inside Hand of the dead laid in stone, shape shift to convince Drowning is evidence that fading is slowly taking root Can't feel for the wound inside Hand
OF ME HAND OF THE DEAD LAID IN STONE, SHAPE SHIFT TO CONCIEVE DROWNING IS EVIDENCE THAT FADING IS SLOWLY TAKING ROOT CAN'T FEEL FOR THE WOUND INSIDE HAND
ترجمه: زندگی فداکاری. دست مرده.
life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga
'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down
, dem boys would put two in me We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves I made money, now I got uncle Sam hustling me For a quarter of what I make Hand
and whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off,
Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost
pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world I'm debtor, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue
, do you not remember that you You, yourself aren't even worthy You guys break unleavened bread on, on the Sabbath And you kill the sacrifice, you clean the sacrifice
the truth behind the lies? And all that we're left with Is a hand full of nothing A hand full of nothing That's all that I got Hand full of nothing
Would you die for me ? If I say please ? Would you sacrifice ? Would you call my name ? There's no other way out to live with it I will knock on you door
Are you still lost tonight Living but dead inside? This is the proclamation This is the call to rise Are you abused alone Walking with broken bones?
about ready for some treacherous thing Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane Mass murderin', brains on the floor You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live
cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite? Yesterday
? What respect did you have As you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, That once living
: CLIVE MITTEN DRUMS AND PERCUSSION : BRIAN DEVOIL GUITAR : ANDY REVELL KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY VOCALS : GEOFF MANN WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : 'LIVE AND LET LIVE
of temples falling visions of certain death hand lift it from the pocket the prophet falls to red the sacrifice is offered to his jackal-head (
