Christmas Virus Vincent the Christmas Virus He's the one that'll keep you up all night He's the festive parasite Vincent the Christmas Virus Vincent
One touch away! the viruses spread! Fuck the intellectual warheads! I said fuck them! All viruses spread! [? ] I missile the truth at you! [? ] I said
1,000 hungry dog eat dogers Plus one middle aged worker And a million more out for your neck Make way wild fire Spills like blood On the door step of
in my pot Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right! Man of been to dem place, to champagne away Sign of money, can virus strike "I see you
of weakness And it has never rained like this Son cosas de hermanos Me labo las manos Tu sabes muy bien Rise Dos Por dos en la fila In this show Of virus
Rattled chime, slow ringing echo Roll around in virus meadow Suck enchanted nightshade twine Hear the bells beneath us chime Sinking sermon, priest head
faith Feuds decay Desperate fall Visions rise The Jesus virus takes it's hold Turmoil splits the soul The Jesus virus The Jesus virus Outbreak sparks
buy It's the best way to fund genocide A violent missionary sect feeds a bullet for every word against Salvation in a warhead the patriot virus is being
imposed And a world governing body will be created to enforce them Crises precipitate change Secretly plotting your demise I wanna devise a virus to
I am the virus, I am a siren in the rain I am a courier, bring the spiral into your brain Alter connections, encoding now, initial sequence is loading
- throw back the silence ignite the fear [x2] blinded deprivation tainted fear (?) i feel this rage ? ? i feel this rage [x2] ? you've got the virus the virus
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This is the testimony exhumed from my being. She is the world. Feeling the soles of my feet lift in your presence and my heart skipping not one but two
I return to soil Accept what has been given to me Many suns and moons have given me time I am at one with the light I will stand among the earths spirits
I am slowly realizing that I am no one. I feel as if my significance in others lives is all but gone (as if it was there.) I always walked the path I
Without worth and without meaning has what I have felt Nothing to no one I am a design flaw to the natural order of life I am the dirt I am the cancer
healing stitches when i just want to lay in my bed and be comforted by the delicate touch of insomnia conjoined with this cancer we are one i beg the