is a gift He who kills Lurking and silent When the evil calls ...another sacrifice Somewhere in the night Without meaning His tears telling us everything A
gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries feel fright, his
enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone
wino aches to dissapate the fright the jet jump jiver speeds past his machine, but what ever happened to the teenage dream? a broken god from a musky
*YOGI B* (Intro) We live in Malaysia . A land which I would say is Paradise . I tell myself everyday I'm gifted to be born here because all around the
prays so loud, she cries from the inside why, why, why, why, how could someone do this to me? He has taken this gift from her, fright in her eyes, he
Come to see you at the mortuary, you came around looking oh so scary It was very very late at night, and you gave me such a fright We held hands to your
Come to see you at the mortuary, you came round looking Oh so scary It was very very late at night, and you gave me such a fright We held hands to your
To escalate their fright The stunning beauty of A young monk with a glowing love Kiss those virgin lips A gift from high above A serpent on a mission
cannot name the colour of the dark I fall into a dream From the lands lying at the end of World I am bringing this dress as a gift, it is made with
expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian city of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist
they got a taste Of what the U N I was like They eyes was like blam From the surprise and fright Now it's the vocal enhancement Vintage reigning rocks A hundred mines swing Dig a
of lust My hands on the skein of height ... a pallid death mirage into dark the horizons echo your glance following a detractive sleep I am the wrath
My hands on the skein of height" Dream Voice: "... A pallid death Mirage into dark The horizons echo your glance Following a detractive sleep" I am the
weight of lust My hands on the skein of height ... A pallid death Mirage into dark The horizons echo your glance Following a detractive sleep I am the
gifted the rays of truth Rushing suddenly like a flood All the fowlers knew none of course They saw no traces but the blood A trifling, trifling epitaphic
to gain A struggle for rage But I Choose to do doom to (?) Yeah, you know my anger is a gift I give to respect to test me on a face Hah, Outlaw phase
I never dared to tell This is what I like Now I have overcome my fright I couldn`t stand its smell You promise me delight Your flesh becomes my bribe A gift
