Tekster:
Soil Surrounded

(Prince/Cambra) Wongo Songo/BMI/ Gazworks/ASCAP All along the lighthouse reef the turmoil sweeps in the soil and weeps its beef with a lack of warning

layin' for my dawgs I would die for, cabbage patch, these niggas Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glock bang Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang Stop and aim, I'm hot, top soil

it never seems enough Wonder if I've met my wife? Splinter left, focus right, focus right This mortal soil around me, mortal feeling I have found Surrounded

Crawling - Slowly On the filthy smeary soil Drowning - Falling Into the crypts of burning flesh Bleeding - Soring Inwards to your rotten souls Sweeping

column trees and canopy of stars, here in my cathedral This is where I find my soul, out where holy men of old First knelt in soil and thanked you for

am but death and stain within you. As the foaming quiver of life softly soiling The surface of ennui, You are the dream in me. Surround me with colours

enlighten the ring Nine torches for those nine in the circle Surrounded by nine shadows for nine souls In the middle, an altar of fire, soil, water

its jaws; I bury my head in my hands from the world. And the voice in my head won't leave me alone... Black are the walls that imprison my soul; Darkness surrounds

awaits the capture and feast With dark surrounding illusion Possession is a passion, simplicity is intuitive Native forces of violent misery The soil