people are just nice. Thou shalt not read NME Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they became popular Thou shalt not question Steven Fry Thou
in Don't leave a hole for the mystery wind From some other time, and some other place Mystery wind make a fool say grace Lord above how great thou art
own tounges deceive us! we dig our own graves! and it wont be long, it wont be long. we wait for your return. our tounges are tied, we are decieved! we are
how many are Thy works In wisdom Thou hast made them all The earth is full of Thy possessions There is the sea great and broad In which are swarms without
are burning brightly And getting stronger The children singing made up songs But they sound so familiar The son?s so familiar How long must we wait How great thou
on that? Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says "Has thou seen him who belies religion? That
said "I'm sure you heard of the machine Well we convine conserving this destruction and we've chose you to lead the team Folks are going to die you have
is a paedophile, some people are just nice; Thou shalt not read NME; Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they have become popular; Thou
onely sorrow leave! How real are our feares! they blast us still, Stil rend us, still with gnawing passions fill; How senseless are our wishes, yet how great
up, yeah let's do this shit man Let's get on that [Ced Gee] Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo.. Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it? Yo Tim Dog,
what time it is. I'm showin' you Dey don't know about how us gurrls spit, yeh. Let's show dem how we keep it real. Let's show dem what de deal is. Let
hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that? Made a couple thou
is Against Thee. Cursed Art Thou, Impaled Thou Art, Flayed Art Thou. Heretic Thou Art Cast Down. Blows are Rained upon Thee. Dismemberment and Slaughter are
'll be seein' ya. goodbye. bye. wave thou art pretty. wave thou art high wave thou are music wave thou are white (oh albino) (oh albino) wave thou art high (wave thou
s time for Young Gods to pay And the battle's begun At the gate of the Land that is Hallowed for all Their armies are great, much stronger than yours
a mother with wheat. Yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him; if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how
sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great