die Return back to the burial site Face your dreams upon this night Severed limbs not far away Spirit past you now obey Images of the forgotten past
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the burial site Face your dreams upon this night Severed limbs not far away Spirit past you now obey Images of the forgotten past Your first life revealed
perfect hand to tongue, HAH You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU Forgot about the past
pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past
believe The beauty disturbed The amulet, opener of forgotten doors Leads back to that doomed tiara-night See thyself wild in hysteria Death's irony
s destroy all traces of the past Let nothing remain Death and destruction Came rolling from all directions Then came the deal makers Selling their lies A forgotten
I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past the apple orchards
have to die so soon? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods Electric chair, hanging, and firing squad Midnight tonight will mark the first execution Death
It's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death Stand beside one another 'cause it ain't over yet I'd be willing to bet that if
life and death Is dinner ready yet? Yes, it's a map of the world I run along the dotted line Beyond the mountain tops Past the far-flung ice floes And
cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death How much more we want to take? Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears Don't tell me that you forgot
--- life and death (is dinner ready yet?) yes --- it's a map-of-the-world i run along the dotted line beyond the mountain tops past the far-flung icefloes
are memories I remember a time of chaos, time of war As men began to feed on man, only the scavengers survived Gone now, swept away for reasons long forgotten
erudition Is left behind Purgatorial blood in the chest The epitaph describes a natural death The trepidation stopped long ago Got a real job forgot the past
for eternity Centuries of torment I will not be saved When I die they beg me to repent, I refuse I return the past forgotten but evil innate they have
