shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from
it The memories cripple you You're torn apart, your dumb mistake It only fell apart 'cause you let it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces
it bad It's like the same old song Let nigga front, blow his top off and I'm not in the wrong Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get Every piece
where vulnerability lies Roses burning on a roaring ore Of secret desires, hate and admirance Within your soul, your mind and core And leave you torn
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
the light from your sunless room Scattered in pieces all around you. Recession of these thoughtless forms Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death
Walk it off Pick up all the pieces of your broken heart You don?t have to worry She don?t care no more She ain?t there no more, hit the wall There?s
the mirthless war of our world When the treacherous wench is killed Three times burned, the three times born By fear it claims was Gullveig torn Death
laughter and sorrow collide. Scattered are the pieces which time forgot. See the cracked mirror walls, emerald mist flowing down the halls. Shattered pieces
the perilous static You shut your eyes but the death is romantic You?ve sold your soul but it?s only a fake You?d kill yourself for a piece of the take
scarlet letters Torn in two, a piece of me, the peace in you no more Do you believe in loss? Do you believe in faith? Do you believe in death? Now that
Lyrics: Martin] People torn to pieces by the sword of God They are slaves to christianity when they drink your blood The punishment of death is
shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from
Blazed and bound for the days are coming Infernal madness, unholy ascendance Christian death abound in mourning perversion Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces
with the all black Belushis on Niggaz yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn Hit y'all fagot ass niggaz that's scared to death
the time keeps running down on how much I can take ripped myself to pieces on the fragments of a dream grim retrospective of a life torn at the seams
I want to die a brutal way Instead of just fade away Shredded flesh mutilated Severed head decapitated Ripped and torn piece by piece Rape my corpse