(1 Peter 4:12-16) Lust and fear and hate and pain reign across the land God, let us kill the ways, annihilate the plan Wars, death, famine, aids, man
from the audience Cause they participate, and applaud me since I bring em what they want to hear And they'll fill up the atmopshere With people that came to party, and
believe and advocate Fanatic dogma recycled from yesterday Got a master plan Genocide Can't understand People of the lie You are to me the waste of flesh and blood
like Jimmy Swaggart Yo, I'm incurable like AIDS I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin
her flesh and her entrails My head is in her abdominal gravity I'm on my way to Mother's cunt and suddenly I reach the hole and my mother's uterus is
me have the slightest control over me I've got those thoughts again, the ones they said were dangerous Scratching through my flesh, I cry and put up another plan
di town and tell the people near and far You seek and you will search with science and research The flesh it is the temple and the temple is the church
Oo got money, people come around Soon as Oo fail, kick 'em to the ground (yeah) Not just neighbors, the whole damn town Own flesh and blood, said I was
got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine But he drinks, and
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
and stay caked up Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb Why niggaz in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one Why Adam and Eve didn
think that God don't have a plan And if you fall he's there to help you stand You made of flesh and blood but just a man All I'm saying, Is HE is the
murdering people even younger And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the
got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luck Y'all drawin' plans to see the man, lil' Frankie here, so what's up? I drew some plans of my own Your
was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder He still hears the screams, smells the flesh
Or is flesh and blood a costume? Cause other folks say life lasts forever That we're all lost sheep looking for the shepherd Thus (??) the question (???) Who's in control? And
an ak and I can't tell Heaven and hell is playing mind games Through trials and tribulation I developed an act for paitience So im camoflauged and waitin