"god" "creator" Deciever, you are the sinner. I cast you down from your throne of lies And accuse you of a thousand sins Perished
, Queen of Crimson The red in the sky is ours...Twilight is ours Revoulution, the red in the sky is ours The red in hte sky is ours 'till the end of
Empty streets fill my mind Autumn has come to numb me blind The end it reaches out for me My soul still calling to be free I want the energy to breathe
Precious flame of life, so elusive A spark being trampled to ashes And spread by the winds of time This garden is a silent one Nothing moves but thoughts
Feel the vibrating words of power Magick the portal, language the key As my journey within begins Once again the gates stand open before me Time has
Eternal, now you live a dead lie Plague years, a walk down the trail of misery Put fire to your soul Set it ablaze A lunatic music, the end of flock
, Queen of Crimson The red in the sky is ours...Twilight is ours Revolution, the red in the sky is ours The red in the sky is ours 'til the end of time
for Start a revolution right before your eyes When you hear the big bang don't you be surprised Showdown at big sky Darkness at high noon Showdown at big sky
Running in and out of breath Staining skin and teeth too red Incessant slamming and that tone God forbid, I spend one night alone Out to the parking
a white beach in some white sand Layin' in a white bucket, million white snowman White sky, white clouds, you say it's a white day White sky, white clouds
big dick bandit Money flowin' like a slit wrist, no bandage Blowin' purple clouds, nigga, I'm so sky high I ain't cuttin' anybody slices outta my pie
hammered, big dick bandit, Money flowing like a slit wrist no bandage, Blowin' purple clouds, nigga I'm so sky high, I ain't cuttin' anybody slices out of my pie
that country feelin' all around the town Country feelin's at a county fair And under a big blue sky See those bright birds fly Cotton candy and apple pie
with me baby [x2] This love Between you and I As simple as pie baby Such a sure thing Oh is it a sure thing [x2] Even when the sky comes fallin Even
in Minnesota So the very next day we loaded up the car With potato skins and pickled wieners Crossword puzzles, Spider-Man comics And mama's home made rhubarb pie
I start freakin' out What the hell am I doing with my life? Call up my mom and get my cry on I order room service, get my apple pie on And after that
wise take a dip into pie Flip it with the pie Welcome to the eye Kick it with the mind Back to the ride, to the sky Akon, I'm trying Remember that die
necks, I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boom shacka boom shacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie