Blue Sky Black Death God Be With You
[Chorus 2X: Holocaust] In the winter time, we go walking in the fields We go to war like Apache and rebel indians with no shields I float like a white crow, explode like a missile In the dark places of the wall, keep the truth and God be with you
[Holocaust] The impact'll rip your shoulders off They're are soldiers in the dark side of the planet who walk He holds the key, to destroying the enemy When and M.C. disappeared, by the beats people feared I'm stable to collide, you and your crew were tricked Into sitting on a magic bench from which, they were unable to rise A misfortuned followed his family, because three years later They became disabled and died, I'm a tyrant far and hazardous art An M.C. wrestles with violence, his alter ego was leveled in a riot On his way to the war, he was bitten by a snake Because the smell of his wound and his cries made him offensive His companions left him on a delosate island... You're moving in a shadow of life and substance, another M.C. got amped Now I'm viciously dragging his body back to the camp It looks like fire and an explosion, leave your back blew in Your whole state get ruined, a giant California bruin You're just a broken machine, who thinks he's a human...
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[Holocaust] The good Lazarus, I've been missing for 40 years, battle us The greatest story ever told, my catolic baters can't taker us A black dragon flying around two towers in a land that's hazardous You bite down on a bullet for a time, and after that, return to dust Like an idiot-dummy sitting in a chair with a smile on his face there To the evil monarch family, I bring despair Inside my soul, is lions, tigers and bears A ghost like the river, signs of the apocalypse My gun occupants, above his service war is a metropolis But I'd rather live down here in the ridge, with a tomahawk and head dress Hoarding thousands of indians, braves, hostages I'm like the vision in a eye of a giant great white shark As he swims, or the hyenas in the desert glowing eyes Making noise at noise, Seraphim, I was burned as a witch You are stuck on a ship, inside a bottle You live inside a painting, and move, once a week And near the cartage in the woods, and M.C. tries to walk And he can't move his feet, so he lifts his arms up to pray to God And he transform as you see, into an old stretched and withered tree
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