all and wake up feeling brand new. We'll listen to the rain as it hits our streets. Don't Sleep, Swim! Prepare for the flood, prepare for the flood, can
White as a ghost to the world, some unkind eyes, please say hello once and a while. Birthday cards and christmas wishes turn into sympathy letters.
day they be exposed UFO's surround the globe The world is prepared to explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at
dollar sign across the seven seas the banner is white, blue ; red the locust's flight to swarm the dead a buzzing plague to cage the lost the spreading
the last report of casualties jet crash, news cast, devil's of disaster how many were lost casuality vampires, see nothing but red casuality vampires
mark or surely die To buy or sell, must be affixed The Antichrist, Six Six Six Ushering in the End of Days Destroying those who've lost their way Only
me hard ta find harm Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn
about the flesh it'll tear It isn't flesh that I'm worried about We held a match to keep our sight on the path But the flame gave up and we lost it
A trick of the light, a turn of the tide A rift in a valley, full moon in July Red summer sun mourning, a cold April sky, That
He breathes the red wind 'cross your eyes Who leads you to the dark secret? Who leads you to the dark secret? Your life is lost, your soul is damned
be exposed UFO's surround the globe The world is prepared to explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
you know how these fuckin gangstas get [male Black Guerilla Fam member] Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life Shrimp shooter with the red light,
or surely die To buy or sell, must be affixed The Antichrist, Six Six Six Ushering in the End of Days Destroying those who've lost their way Only the
skies He breathes the red wind 'cross your eyes Who leads you to the dark secret? Who leads you to the dark secret? Your life is lost, your soul is
pause to the world and now they complain it's raining cats and dogs, Leaving bloodthirsty strategists with their backs to the red cross The bet's lost
