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revelation. State of the art. (Hold the phone, it's so). State of the art. Listen to the difference!. State of the art. By use of a computer. (Oh my god, it's so). State of the art. Now we don't want to go out
Live by the sword and help to contain. The helpless minds of you all. Die by my hand in pools of the blood. Clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims. Children slaughtered
Live by the sword and help to contain. The helpless minds of you all. Die by my hand in pools of the blood. Clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims. Children slaughtered
rain here. The things we can't express. So give me my sword. Let me clear the way I am the one. My eyes don't deceive. There's a show in here. The things we can't express. So come inside. Oh it's time to
ain't overreacting, you really are a masterpiece. (Piece of art, you're a piece of art, aah). Oh, oh oh oh. Oh, oh oh oh. Oh, oh oh oh. Oh, oh oh oh. I've never seen a human so hypnotic. The way you smoke
glass of wine It turns girls on that I'm mysterious. I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious. 'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way. Chat with two women at one time I'm so much cooler online
glass of wine It turns girls on that I'm mysterious. I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious. 'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way. Chat with two women at one time I'm so much cooler online
Been so many words, so much to say. Words are not enough to keep the guns at bay. Some live in fear, some do not. Some gamble everything on who gets the final shot Oh, don't talk to me of love
. So tell me why that you wanna be a prankster?. There's only one Original Gangster. . (So hot, so hot, so hot, so hot. ). . Schoolly-School, and I'm on it like a doctor. That is how that you know
is our battle cry. . It's so hard when the night falls. And I don't get your phone calls. Your everything to me. You heal me when these bullets go through me. And if I had to retreat. I know
be the writ of the sword. . Hard is toll of life's decay,. With breaths withering we all shall pay,. See hoards run thinner by the day. Wealth falls to dust on winding way. . Why returns a man
Throw down the sword the fight is done and over. Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle. And turn my weary eyes for home There were times when. I stood at death's own door
your poisonous tongue. Brothers it's time to make a stand. To reclaim our lives. Because all this steel can set us free Rise my brothers we are blessed by steel. In my sword I trust. Arm yourselves
this is a battle. And its your final last call. It was a trial, you made a mistake, we know(cant you see you hurt me so). But why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why?. This can be better, we can be
Hemingway . You don’t eat meat . And drive electrical cars . You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art . You need SPF 45 just to stay alive . CHORUS . You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys . No you don’t
Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night. Feel the winds of death on your skin. See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky. Hear the screams of men, as they die. . We won this battle with might
Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my