was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not The violins or the words the Pope was saying It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs but
His theoretical wisdom of the numerical system The complete number nine which means born or existed He gave birth to all planets, inorganic, and organic
which crippled up the get retarded nickle punks slowly copas wore as lowly robot to raise to be holy pope and one day rise to interigate the holy ghost (i knew it) holy
of the lords And venom of the evil gods Through the caverns of the earth the creep Still waiting for the right time They revolt against the holiness
and fingernails That was no lie and I put that on the Holy Ghost and four more Gods You broke my heart and I let you succeed 'Cause to a player that's a organ
, a leader Out to change the world Down in my pulpit as the holier Than thou could be messenger of God Wage the war on organized crime Sneak attacks
off Torso raped vigorously Shit-encrusted ass Dead for his pleasure Hacksawing flesh Dissecting his victims Spilling out organs - making love to innards Holy holes not holy
it im not. i walk it out, i bring new orleans out i am a sing span oh yeah we marchin out, like were a saints band, i play the organs now. and if they
cry We aren't fools to fall in love but let coupledom die Ban marriage, ban marriage The minister was drunk and high from His rewrite of holy verse
s features This is the prophecy - the cult leader The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles
John Flugen Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a deep organ Check the laws of Orca, the holy
, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been
Zero Tune in to Channel Zero, tune in to Channel Zero Tune in to Channel Zero, tune in to Channel Zero Yo the Holy Scripts from Genesis 126 says Let
hands doing this crime Or is it just dreams in my Satanic mind In the name of the holy god I tear the heart out Hacking her bleeding organs And
Relgion serves a purpose - this I realize but when they organize it - when they commit the crimes, the crimes upon the weak and the crimes upon the poor
You are my army and I would command "Attack the Holy Land." And you are that interstate That I would roll my tanks down. So color me stunned. And
Visualize to yesterday and all it had to say Memorize the wise tales and who they betray Organize all your thoughts and tile them away Insanity was the
holy birth to martyr?s death The moral quest for life beyond It?s just a pipe dream for the paranoid The empty words of holy books will mislead all those