Late last night at rest with my mate I'm visited by a victim of hate A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same They would never live Nor would they
번역: 컬터스 인것. 콜드 증오 따뜻한 피.
break apart the puzzles Why they love you when I hate you when they hate the way I love you, solar(?) WELL ITS MIDNIGHT AND ITS COLDER PULL YOU CLOSER
for them niggaz in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold sushi with warm
is missing that What a world we live in So cold I'm shivering, slipping Gotta work with what I'm given, shit Bitches is trifling, hands out grabbin' Niggas hating
things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The
crack gash stab tear hack till the meat is off the hook... Warm blood won't wash away a dirty shame. Split open veins, still won't sweeten a sour hate
(Verse 1: Slug) ...And then the vain start to pop from the blood Pushed away from the heart Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted To up
and fertile Pain filled the void when boy met girl He's a puppet to nature, one year later Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her The
please have a lil' mercy on my soul What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold Lil snake
but then we start cus we was just makin love now we tearin up eachothers gut like species she called me and animal so feel the tounge or the warm blooded
then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like Species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded
control earth Surrounded feelin like a cold hearse wanting to fold first I thank my peeps every day be'cause they chose birth I'm totally greatful, at times i act hateful
was with you everyday morning the night you was a quiet bitch I bought you the life sorta like Romeo & Juliet cause our peeps aint mix a hard head warm blood
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
Dark and endless stare of sister moon Looking down from upon her throne Ablaze in full and majestic bloom Burning cold Weeping tears of blood wrath and
Transilvanian Hunger the mountain so Cold Cold Cold Soul Cold Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ... To Haunt, to Haunt forever at Night Take me
