Is it that we woke up much too late? Feeling to be ceased and living hate. I scream This is the price you have to pay I scream You bastards better
first Is it that we woke up much too late? Feeling to be ceased and living hate. I scream This is the price you have to pay I scream You bastards better
no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz And while you niggaz talk shit we count
And I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt, remorse I had It clung into every thing From the raven
, remain steady today Media enters with confusion Government that makes a state They have the same solution Problems are solved with hate Children dying, burning, screaming
The rats start to scream, you are threatening their dream They want peace and quiet, on their way to eternal night You can't be your own, it will make
for every human being The stars are in the sky Here I go, I am going to die A journey through the universe, to the sweet home of mine No use to scream
I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in kathleen carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven
a fuck about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count
a damn on the people. [Amos Hart] -People what? [Billy Flynn] -Laugh. [Amos Hart] -Laugh? Why would they laugh? [Billy Flynn] They can count. Can you count
of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements
fog the sunrise climbs higher inside the sky raven fly, come with me and all the long flocks of black crows their legions wait in counted rows and with
, yet sounded them again And from what seemed the pit of earth heard call A voice quite different from those I had heard Though I could count that number
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that
