Bring me your poor, give me your weak, 'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak. I'm out on my own in the field of life, harvesting souls for your
Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow the leader Follow me into a solo Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo Music
did you think that i was blind? did you think i couldn't see? did you think i'd just dismiss your betrayal so easily? sick and tired of your negativity
Take me to your leader Sucks better, ain't got enough spine That's... I'll lay down to that Plan to eliminate party That's the beauty of it I mean, that
Crawling in the slame Dirt infested minds Always second best, leader of the rats Spreading their disease Hiding behind trivial cynicism Venomous tongues
You got me correctly Make no mistake You try and distract me Anticipate She's dangerous No good for my state of mind God knows you try hard To please
He's a mighty good leader, He's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader, all the way, all the way, Lord From up to heaven, He's a mighty good leader
Ah, ah, ah, ah I was a lover, a leader of me All of the women I knew were my friends I was so happy, my feet on the ground I didn't know I was on the
An only child Alone and wild A cabinet maker's son His hands were meant For different work And his heart was known To none -- He left his home And
Suppressing all thought of incriminating acts. Following the lessons that they teach. A cult, a game. Where everyone is the same. Maybe you should
[Verse One] The cult leader, the war-monger, armed with four high-powered firearm barometers; I visited Andromeda The human cloner, the donate to my fam
I looked to the north, and I turned to the west For a sign, a light in the sky Oh the message is clear, the time is near For a leader to come again These
There are so many signs, the end is now Our leader told us so besides We follow him blind, to and fro Wherever he decides to go He speaks, we listen
[Jamie Madrox:] We print then press, they copy Like zerox machine stopping Like mindless machines drop it Put us down find unknown topic You're wicked
Long live the Fremen Warriors!!! "Hidden away in the desert The prophecy is becoming real A man will come, the messiah Who will lead us to true freedom
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces
How could I keep my composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and
No competition No competition Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture I caught ya, you