by phantom beings? Haunted by those in hooded cloaks Or been in the séance to invoke Many who see don't believe Because they chose naivety (
fun day caper a Sunday paper So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate The loop of love a nigga
shit And Ahhla back with the dog and bus-a-bus nigga This time I'm bringin' the shovel so I can come and dig another grave For all of you bustards what
I?m truly free (verse 2) I will sing of my Redeemer How He sought me while a slave Loosed me from the curse of sin and From the power of the grave (
in gauze As good as dead, she's breathing My Lord, she's a miracle child I know, she's a miracle child I saw, how she'd chosen the grave My Lord, it
mine is only pink And they didn't choose their drink, their drink chose them Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's bar And the grave-
down, only Krunch can silence the sounds... Of pain. It's always the same. You, dying in pain. Pain! Pain! Pain! I wait at your open grave, Laughing
she saw was clear As her own bewildered baby lay weeping for the world Whose frightened tears would free us all from fear The marks of death that God chose
I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn I could hear you cheerin' when we won state And you held my hand at grandma's grave And
Oh, the Thresher, the finest atomic ship That ever dived for the sea Each man on board was a volunteer Was there 'cause he chose there to be Every man
drive away I can see an old woman lingerin' behind by the grave Her wrinkled face is streamin' tears as she stands there trembe in fear Cause only a chosen
you wished was to block my goals All you did was to strengthen my soul And what I wanted from you I couldn't give So dreading our death is how we chose
down the drain the new Messiah leads the way! "He shall appear to thee and thou shall understand, He shall promise no salvation but let you see what is imminent." chosen
pay for vision, I'm not broken. After all, what can one see with blind open eyes. I'm in exile. Eaten the dirt from my own grave. Chosen to be a certain
the chosen one Open wide the gate Stain the world with the blood of man Affliction Forced unto all Human Vexation Transcend with blood on my hands Spirits of the grave
red from the self-slicing of necks Stenching maggot filled bodies, skulls and bones rot away The slaughtered souls that chose to die, enveloped in death