evil this year. Why do they fear? The clearly defined "Bad guys." Follow whomever you believe and raise a torch to our family, the bl inded mind and
Translation: End. Of Fist And Flame.
one straight out the box so take a seat Getting rich I focus on strength and never switch Plus I'm throwing lyrical flames here's the pitch You could end
and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and
Things Will Be Quick, Dead, And To The Point And By This Time Tomorrow, We'll Find A Place Where Our Minds Can Join Our Hate, Our Sorrow, Will It End
When she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus Coming out those pajamas, you know this mama And I'm like a camera, focused on her By the end of the night
It will always be, the end of time The end of law, the end of life The dogs will howl and yank the leash From tree to tree and from each to each And
my house, runnin' up in my house I'm about to stop and go and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth I'm about to drop my flow and if you want
to say Ill take your life from you! Flash before my eyes Now its time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames No mercy for what we are
yet nothing but dreams in my fist I am the path I take lead I never forget I never forgive I carry the torch and leave you behind yet nothing but dreams in my fist
walk through this place And though I can't understand why this happened I know that I will when I look back someday And see how you've brought beauty from ashes And
delivering death Enslavement of those blessed to surivive fall to worship thy steel Sword and axes bloodstained red No armor fends our steel Crushing all with an iron fist
so long ago? Free to go wherever we wanted Free to say no End of the line and were really wasting time End of the like and theres no one left behind
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame. The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden Last vision the lark is flame The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen The gentle
I struck the glass and broke the bones inside my fist, but I'm ok I cannot change you, you'll never change I never would expect to break this in the end
threats being called in United Nation whos all in Seek and destory a nation leaving mental scars and abrations For the purpose of self props and televised
