the pulse of the universe The world burns with worms of fire The world burns The beauty in twisted darkness Raped by the light of Christ We were not
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
And a scrap iron jaw Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring hog Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn With a one-eyed stolen Mare Donned himself with chicken fat Sawin on a jaw bone violin
know [Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz] Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like
faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, We leave you dead in ditches. Yo?in the Coupe Deville With the shiny rims, Playing these bitches like a violin
Sit right down if you can spare me a minute I got a tale that's bound to break your heart Concerns my brother who's thin and played violin Got it in his
ron wood) Sit right down if you can spare me a minute. I got a tale that's bound to break your heart. Concerns my brother who's thin and plays violin
good fortune for me" The lady in black said, "Your lifeline is damned" The tarot of death card she held in her hand Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Christe
lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco and a violin case. n pantomime, he cautiously int Ts
;n Y es libre mi alma en Ti Mira lo que has hecho en mí Y aún no sé Si sólo fue un violín O si Tú me hablaste
wood/rod stewart) Sit right down if you can spare me a minute I got a tale thats bound to break your heart Concerns my brother who's thin and played violin
solar eclipse Big sky iris Divided by the cutest nose in existence Violet misted horizons and mystic islands in the distance Just to sit in silence With water rippled fingertips to violin
in the street, but my gun talks first ?cause he loves to speak ? BITCH chorus Funny Man: Yo? in the Coupe De'Ville with the shiny rims, playing these bitches like a violin
Music by Benny Goodman, Jimmy Mundy, & Charlie Christian Lyric by Alan Paul The jam is jumpin' the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm
stronger-we found out it ain't a perm it's a temporary Don't heve sash to go to the music school no money for the guitar or the violin or the tuba my
