The father, the son, the holy ghost Which MC do you like the most WHy pick one when you could choose from three That's why they call it the tri-ni-ty
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Suffocate the only begotten one Who casts his judgment upon those Who oppose his false words. Wrapping my hands around his neck, Causing divine blood
Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer And grant me live and to love as you do May your magickal souls overwhelm
I'm sleeping with my one eye open 'Cause I think you gonna come for me You're sleeping with your gun in hand 'Cause you think I'm gonna make Me move
Ii en coute a qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame O temps! o moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout le monde se fait payer
The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is
Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it This passion play. Smothered in effort, the thrash of naked limbs Glistening skin. Close your eyes, the whispered
Remove the marks Uphold the race How the king is blind Endowed with joy Irritable speech Break your back to help the wretched My blood has learned what
[Verse 1: L-Fudge] I metamorph phrases to glaciers Have em come together in liquid stages Then turn down the temperature and have em frozen into a solid
You in the mirror starin' back at me Oh, conscience let me be To the pure, all things are pure To those who're defiled Unbelieving, nothing is pure Their
He came down from Trinity a mid-town boy from home In the dirt walking miles before and dreaming of his thirst Oh, on his way he had to go Oh, on his
My father, my son, my holy ghost You know the things I've missed the most To feel his skin upon my skin God let me do it all again Just to feel him again
(feat. L-Fudge, Louis Logic) [Verse 1: L-Fudge] I metamorph phrases to glaciers Have 'em come together in liquid stages Then turn down the temperature
You got a way of living, Your Ways, Hey I Want That, I try to live my life for the people who need a Come Back!!!!!! There's too many problems to think
Elle est celle qui m'a porter 9mois dans ses entrailles La seule femme qui porte pour moi un amour sans failles Celle qui m'a vu pleurer pour la premiere
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep, And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his