- pray Cursed by religion - hate Learned upon church - fake In the verge of hell, of human mind Redemption of your soul, as darkness binds you tight
more force-fed hatred And I'm gonna fill you up with a kiss I found my redemption I'm OD'd and there is no more entertainment I found my redemption And
jewels, will it ever change? But who am I criticise? I've made my bed, I lie on it And hold my head up high My disbelief, my fake redemption My twentieth
jewels, will it ever change? But who am I to criticise? I've made my bed, I lie on it And hold my head up high My disbelief. my fake redemption. My
hunky-dory It's another story while we be fightin' for redemption Pimps and prostitutes get the break they need With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed
way when I got hear We all link hands when the crowd cheers loudly I start laughing, relaxing in all the tension We fake our own redemption Thank the
(Hess/Lesperance) I'm the king of all pretenders The end all be all of fakes I prey on the mindless And I like it Your defenses all surrender My senses
paper route Now you sell-thugs trying to take you out Christ's trying to take you out But when He speaks-it's like you duct tape His mouth Can't fake
lead you back to life - pray Cursed by religion - hate Learned upon church - fake In the verge of hell, of human mind Redemption of your soul, as darkness
treat you like an enemy I'm packing guns so heavealy I'm stacking up artillary Into your wounds no remedy This one's for those fake ass wanna be rappers
I said it to FUCK OFF!! now you'll be headed said I'm making you try to do laws that's what you get for faking it hot and no more living I'm sucker
nerve and erase We are standing right here and we'll stand here forever You can't destroy what you can not replace This is our time for redemption
none without The reasons I could feel - Just anyone All the times that we tried to make it Now those days are through All the times we were forced to fake
sand. Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me? Listen! The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake
that keeps on between me and my seed's mom It's that need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
another life Another roll with some other dice Another ho or a loving wife People come and go some really you never know Intellectual midgets that really never grow Fake
psychology I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy Searching for monogamy And cutting fake