Besedila:
With Dead Hands Rising

it may seem. From the inside out I can see my own self-reflecting tragedy. Time and time again I?ve tried to dissect my own self loathing. Becoming more malicious with

designs of deception. Life taking from life. Is this the answer that feeds us technology down to the science. Pray for decay. With a design that resembles

one who sheds there skin. No remorse for ones who decide to shed their skin. As if you were the king of the living dead. With no time for friendship. With

heart of glass. That lies beating for hours. Until it shatters. Taking my eyes to understand why she will not die. As if she was granted this day with

lousy letter to me and myself. I?m dying with devotion. These thoughts reflect the most of wretched and decrepit times I know. I will make it somehow. With

fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with

daring, a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I love So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand

We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with

with me tonight Gotta get you home with me tonight Oh baby, baby I need you Gotta get you home with me tonight right here" Grabbed me by the hand and