Translation: Thyestean Feast. Prophecy Of The Last Days.
beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease Hear rapture of lies, lies of god Breed the lies! Adulation of trickery, desecration of prophecy
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the passages From the back of a G? That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters the last
lot later than a whole gang of people thought Last of the Mohicans, well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin' the shakes now Last
're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Well, back in the days
If I gotta be lootin' and woopin', I'm sick of beggin' niggas for rides I'd rather be the one that's scoopin' 'Cause in these last days, it's day to day
. i wont stop cause the top is where i need to go see im addicted to this crack man i need to blow. Logically you aint hot as me im spittin prophecies
that see me are left Holy as the Ghost For that lucci, it's all about that lucci Lucci, it's all about that Gettin' money in many ways in these last days
Followers turn on me, they'll be in a mental infirmary Determinely advance technology, better than Germany Since the first days you know of, till the last days
, it's all through Don't kill the messenger girl As if we haven't swam enough in this life of misery Voice your prophecy, shed us some light Feel sorrow
to the streets? Rest in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a G I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones
few love me Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now How do we outlast, always
me she won Her face is the only thing I see Whispering these words of prophecy: "Well, I may come easy but I don't come free You're never gonna see the last
want'cha dead days No one listens to what the devil says But I'm smooth like Satan and I was waitin' For another death, so breathe ya last breath I'
the back of a hurse. You know whats worse. Its to hard to coup with some days. Murderous ways. Leavin me shakin in the days. Comotose, completely tore
storms The final days descend the fall The world ends just as it began Cold winters claws grips at us all All to be, not to be revealed The prophecies
like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? And as the days