Time to burn again Fire for my friends Time for your shift to end I'm back to jack again Realistic crunchilicious Everything is suck suspicious Mindless
번역: 현실의 주인. 시간 굽기.
Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole
tryin' to sex me and marry me I'm talking white picket fence and a family of Vasts They stand behind me, and reflect reality Stage one- master of ceremonies
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested sluts Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped
farewell The slave becomes the master The slave becomes the master The slave becomes the master, yeah The slave becomes the master Need more and more
age of panic Now I'm going all city with the master plan I'm faster man and I'm about to tell you just who I am I am the reality you can't escape The
time for to the world To see a man with opened eyes Now its time to realize We tell ourselves the best of lies Now its time to see the fact We all
missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly in
of time spirit of the wandering waste the last city of the sky planet of time the gates of the astral gods spirit of the planet of time the last city
it reality or is it just a dream? They say they will cure it. They say "he'll endure it" They've done it thousand times before. Locked up - no temptation
're too fake Every time we come around you know we penetrate Any time you come around we must eliminate 2 face two bait Two straight, man, you're too fake Every time
? The ultimate utility Disturbing the behaviors In such ways that can't be reached Unless the mold Was cracked a thousand times Enhancing the developments
Where flowers die My spirit thrives I glisten in your pain The burning eyes of truth devise The torture master plan Mythology, poisoned reality Rattling
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold
scene when im weighing my sacks, Fuck y2k you people need to relax, Living like a drone trapped in a time zone, Now times burning away like the wick
! thos is not only a superstition... But the reality of my postmortem penetrations.... When the fate of the human race as arrive, a dark shadow will burn
the tangled web to live The thread so sensitive Lachesis, she measured out the years Atropos cuts the thread with her shears It's time, time, time, an
