skies like a blinding light Remember the time when you were running wild Running wild... Can you hear a message written down in your grave The meaning of your death
through the concrete, blowin' my chronic And I move like a diplomat, hoodie and fitted caps Dwell in the habitat where cons and killers at Faced a thousand deaths
' shield Sight you lose to nightmares Stan man and my desert ? ? ? Then I slip to the us, and then, The battle thought you had me screw-finched hologrammed You can stick it to death
bow to idols of gold Decayed tombs of royal divinites Corrupted before the sacred journey Dreams of unearthly pleasures Turns into nightmares of desiccation
more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare
Uncle Jack is here The hunt is on I'll R.I.P. them all Sweet carrion Ripper Whitechapel's lights Gleam off my knife It's time to die Ripper Nightmare
On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissive
through the concrete, blowin my chronic And I move like a diplomat, hoodie and fitted caps Dwell in the habitat where cons and killers at Faced a thousand deaths
limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives
hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare