unmolested for centuries. It has been the temple of the snobs and the fakers. To disrupt this sanctuary is to them like the Rape of the Holy Mother.
time Till I see your face Though it's not today When I'm alone it is the only time I will see your face When I'm desperate Now I'm alone building my holy
like helium Escape in the milleniumm, two thousand Meditating to the soft note of a violin I've been on mars, building the holy synagogue For the royal
And I did my best to survive 'Cause I figured that life's for the living While you're alive While you're alive Bring out the gin and the small violins
to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked The holy terror, last moves you never won't win Playing taps on a violin
, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not The violins or the words the
, I was falling down, down to the ground I screamed out loud, woke on a cloud Never really a holy man Even though I understand The father, son and Holy
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it?s good
if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not, The violins or the words the
ask most I'm half ghost the last rebel smash metal like cinderblocks tied to gas pedals sjull spit a full clip chest left holy like a pulpit head and
sense they go out for us with spirit getting buried in a cloud of dust we scramble through the meaningless and look to religion pray a holy man be sent
Translation: The Icarus Line. Rape Of The Holy Mother.
part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked [Verse Three: Bigg Jus] The holy terror, last move you made cos' it never won't win Playing taps on a violin
like helium escape in the milleniumm, two thousand meditating to the soft note of a violin I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue for the royal
I was falling down, Down to the ground, I screamed out loud, Woke on a cloud. Never really a holy man even though I understand the father son and Holy
helium escape in the milleniumm, two thousand meditating to the soft note of a violin I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue for the royal seminars