Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.) We mass
and long, you're wrong, I stick em (He's the law with the sword) with my cable swingin (Like _The Pit or the Pendulum_) Pete Nice bringin the sunrise
cathedral Baby I can see the light CHORUS Bright flashes, full glasses Now get up sing your song for the masses Close both eyes, feel the sunrise
shell my mind, Winds and perfumes, escort the sunrise of a new age, so long, from the human damnation, and the dance is beginning now... A mass face to
shame Roman doctrines can only ease the pain Shattered sunrise, mercy calls Hallowed victims scream in the halls Filled with venom, filled with fear Open wounds filled with life's elixir Mass
insane mind Majestic fairy spreads her wings to fly Her levitation takes my blues away I see her sunrise bring another day Oh yeah A porpoise sunrise
Face your last sunrise - Shiver from the cold The glimmer of life - Behind your dyin' eyes And all cries and moans - Still in the cellars dirt The voices
doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch, now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex gon be one of the mass hoes Freak on a
by funk? Funk out! Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asanine, stupifying Can the clone line dry you out? Part of the swarming mass
Uprise your makers met, fate is calling. We'll usher you into hell!! Proclamation! The Wit of fools. Reviving abhoration, incite the masses cruel Annihilation
walls are build within our hearts Wars are fought within A cloak lies over our world A misery show without an end The masses follow the masses The blind
style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch, now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex gon be one of the mass hoes Freak on a bad hoe
Bright clean sound bright green ground pastel waters the old me is slaughtered and an orange-yellow sun yesterday, tomorrow, you'd know for sure that
it's cowboy. The say every cowboy has his gun. Wouldn't you know, another showdown going down at sunrise. There go those boys with their toys of mass-