Evolution lives harmonious with extinction We must die We masquerade as flourishing flowers but live as stagnant weeds We must die We are the fertilizers
Evolution Lives Harmonious With Extinction We Must Die We Masquerade As Flourishing Flowers But Live As Stagnant Weeds We Must Die We Are The Fertilizers
logical something in the loom Some whom shall I say someone is watching every step you take Some doom is waiting for you in the shed Some thought some
Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
've been slaving down on charity farm Livin' like a socialist with blood on my arm We are the Commonwealth youths From Thunder and Turnside were looking for jobs Born to create but doomed
the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm, six hundred acres With
your whore Well God led Lester to a lady who was finally worth the wait He bought a ring and changed his ways and settled down And he farmed his forty
side of this biiaatch ?? real soon, uh Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room Get your own pop, piece to doom (?) Bulletproof
beneath the icicles that bleed under the yawning And magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over Sold botanicle research studies to farmers
the bloodstains on the carpet She was sitting at the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down It was her doom
taken have never returned And our hopes fade with each passing day The gates of the keeps are all closing And broken men wander the roads The farmers
on the block was half and half Brown stones to neck bones, crack jonez to tones Where young girls spread out and drop seeds like they're farmers They'
Hieroglyphics, you know, respected Who caught the harm? You bought the farm If you're a friend, there's no need for alarm Who caught the harm? You bought the farm
inna mi nest 1. Mi baby mother fren dem a blow like a storm Caah mi likkle hotti hotti frennie dem a gwaan Dem tell har how mi regular roun a Bay Farm
constantly impregnated. Man's tyranny over other living beings cannot be justified or proven safe, people starve while doomed cows eat what could be theirs, factory farms
brothers call 'em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising To the setting of the sun or the moon I consume the room with doom
the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres