disease You'll come around, but you know that you'll be waiting there with me City of sin Where the end begins Halo of ruin turns fortune to famine Sadist
' down Suicide Alley Oh, no, baby don't go Walkin' down Suicide Alley Sitting naked by the window in the middle of the night I can see you wearing your halo
your face I floor mop Get your pores popped like a dermatologist I'm wilding with thugs who go in your mouth like Polydent I body shit, I ruin you homes
Praising the king of the kings Glory of Rome, glorious home Reaching for halos and wings Heading for the angels, heading for the feast Heading for salvation and the ruin
Your paper wings got ruined in the rain Coat hanger halo got rusted The lace fell off of the dress you made You're the saddest little angel Mascara left
I see a battle-A blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo 'Round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a
must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins
The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize
the kings. Glory of Rome, glorious home. Reaching for haloes and wings. [Johann Adam von Bicken] Heading for the angels, heading for the feast, heading for salvation and the ruin
to the wall Oh, no, baby don't go Walkin' down Suicide Alley Sitting naked by the window in the middle of the night I can see you wearing your halo
Stupor of fools Trapped in a paradox Slip back Dream state Flesh crawls as your body rots away Angels with broken halos A sawn song Burn away the day
'm draped in giggles, cuddled hugs for fear of Cries, simple plots, I'm not your hero, zeros taint, when faced in holocaust, Frozen birds they sing, halos
back to basics enveloping cool and continuous eucalyptus alphanumeric tantric nucleosynthesis ruin your business' and drop a jewel thats paranormal the cypher of a fool is still a perfect circle black halo
s A Must Dat I Get Paid [Enius:] From LA Out To Oklahoma Walk Through The Aroma G-Spot Is Puttin' Fools In The Coma So Step N I'm a Have To Ruin Yo Rep
legacy of Priest the artist They share words of his hardship And he sung his psalms to a harpist His garment was blood soaked Around his crown he wore halo
