, we swallow our own lies. And keep believing that this life is worth pursuing. Thrown into a world where no light shall ever shine. Condemned to a meaningless
seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama Morton] Over these work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss
some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains. Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David. Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a
can't be following anyone else's ideal path of success I pass up that stress, feel mad for the rest, gasping for breath Trapped in my head, asking for less rations in death
...in blood and see, That sin has come to call! ??? ??? And hunger for the blade. A wriggle purple, Anguish and mourning, Squelching for the chain (?)
salvation And also communicate His purpose for all of humanity [Chorus] It's the thrilla' in Manilla Jesus Christ versus every man's killa' Sin and death
connected by bulb Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt Chewed to form, my sin results in
Lord, I know our sin is sky high And I know you don't turn a blind eye You see every instance, all at an instant You don't scoff at sin's stench, so you
