Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that
with me. Thou art the answer to all my dreams. Thou art the bringer of organisms supreme. And I shall shout to the false god above, Hecate, thou art
. (Solo : Aphazel) Thou art the answer to all my dreams. Thou art the bringer of organisms supreme. And I shall shout to the false god above, Hecate, thou art
rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas, A wonder to these garden
father'a?¦ hear us cry! Tell me whya?¦! Thou wilt die!!! Astaroth: Oh, Enslaver of Souls; Thou can not be our father! Oh, Avengeful God; Thou hast
a levi But this a head that was crowned with thorns Is now crowned with glory I'm a levi I'm a levi I'm a levi I'm a levi I'm a levi I fear Jah and live
scared as you are man I swear to god my mind's workin' against me killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, killin' me Please release this fear from me wherefore art thou
homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights Though it might seem wrong thank god
see clearly now yall ready know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
created an art form, you turned it to a circus, What the fuck happened to making music with a purpose man, [Chorus:] Some body pray for me, I'm out here in a
. [Solo : Aphazel] Thou art the answer to all my dreams. Thou art the bringer of organisms supreme. And I shall shout to the false god above, Hecate, thou art
prayers of a hundred priests Could not save my soul Like the son of the morning Boasting a multitude of sins Struck down from the mountain of God Whispering
with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or
