Woorden:
Death Vacant Planets

objects of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet --

object of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet - no

dealt a mortal blow Mother Earth begins to rot Humanity on death row Life does slowly cease to be Death seems so surreal As earth becomes a vacant lot

as wet as a warthog's backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride It's clear from your vacant expressions The lights

a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Stance got, my mind, my body, and my soul I don't blame you, you switched your game plan

, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission That was seen by a King in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash

me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan

a mortal blow mother earth begins to rot humanity on death row life does slowly cease to be death seems so surreal as earth becomes a vacant lot there

me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan