to be followed "Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend" "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!" "In this world of a million religions
I felt the luxury of her, I felt the luxury of her Well, time went by quickly And her confidence grew And she wanted this and that And she wanted those
gone, and from now on, you'll have to learn to hate The things you fear. We want to know, are we inside the womb Of passion plays, and by righteousness
wonderin Want to go on in the island I'm in a situation may not know what to say Its all like nos and then my top old religion And i kill and im
you know you're special And we think you know you're wrong Suckerface you're special Do you believe yourself it's not science Do you hide from your
For better or worse I can't let go and i know what i want Is what we think of ourselves inside The same as what we really are Is what you see in me really what
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
you don?t know shit I don?t know I guess all we can do is ask them why I don?t have to tell you things are bad everybody knows things are bad pollutions
and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you
followed "Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend" "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!" "In this world of a million religions
if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your worthless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one
Welcome we love you We hate you We love you We want you We need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore You're a sinner
all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police or the justice system Peace to whoever's a hustler locked up in prison See you when you get home We