comes a haunting swelling mass of voices, resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence, and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense tiny voices
Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high Among the elect on march the saints There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck As minutes
Good or bad, which side are you on Make your choice, I hope you sleep well Why can't you see, it's only a few that make profit here Lose your voice while
up a list And the mess that I made Put my shit to the test Try your best, I'm still winnin' Don't believe in Islam, or Christianity, what I get my religion
life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away 'Cause your seeds Grow up the same way A voice cries
much for you to ask me to grow My life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, alright Well they say all bad things come in threes
like a bad dream when history's dirty scenes happen live on the TV screen emotionless the people stare at people dying in a war perverted entertainment, even religion
finish writing out these thoughts to you I'm gonna pack up all my personals and go back to where we used I wonder if you're around there anymore The voices in my head The bad
up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer
Life aint shit, yours and mine In god it's time, I gotta find myself Through all this madness Manic depression and sadness I want a way out, I want a better route Voices
Intro] So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well Well, first off [Verse 1] My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion
me chorus And we make this new religion To escape what we've become Your signal's fading so let go And we make this new religion As the program
it out, you're now in tuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks
This Shit Too Obvious, She Know I Got A Mistresssee You Was A Bad Desiciou Got Me In A Bad Position, Fussin In Public Got Me Loosin My Religion, I Bot
you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench
Good or bad, which side are you on Make your choice I hope you sleep well Why can't you see It's only a few that make profit here Lose your voice while
bad dream Hook: Another bad dream of my dark side Another bad dream its gotta let a nigga fly Another bad dream of my dark side Another bad dream
away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice