[Part 3: Phoenicopervs] ?And vapor carried by the wind Watched the secret forms of earth. ?And vapor felt desire And like rain he went deep in her
[Part 1: Materia Vvlgar] Crafted existence, molded by dogmatic hands Profane mixtures, condemned to sacred rust. Forged without fire, outsider to the
My body is sanctuary My blood is pure Doot doo doo Doot doot doo doo You want me bad I think you're cool But I'm not sure Doot doo doo Doot
Don't kick me when you know I'm down, baby I've got my reasons but you're cherry picking love grenades Throwing them at me again Don't let me see you
Sitting on a hard chair Try to sit straight Sitting on a hard chair This moment won't wait Listening to the speakers They're talking about you Look at
Yeah oh Listen baby See there's this girl that I know and she's more, yea More than average, she's a perfect ten Don't really know how to handle someone
Well, here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner
One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say "Fuck yeah" to Yo, J, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho
CRYING IN THE CHAPEL Writer Artie Glenn You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment Now I am
You saw me crying in the chapel The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment Now I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple
Ghouls attack the church Crush the holy priest Turning the cross towards hell Writhe in [sings "with"]satan's flames Crush the priest The feeble church
Hear me, the Antichrist is coming He who opened his mouth in blasphemy Against God and His Tabernacle And those that dwell in the Heavens He denies the
Marty, do you know where I was last Sunday? Where was you Handsome Harry? I went to Souls' Chapel Say it again Souls' Chapel Well alright, what did you
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood Just saying if
Stretched on this city's grid Sometimes I feel so well hid Pinned to this city's grid No sign to end or begin this capillary life This capillary life,
Implement Fear Deprive them of their sacred pride In a murderous frenzy As if possessed and justified Straw man, figurehead, renegade...warlord Kill
Passion pour moi Poison pour toi Passion pour moi Poison pour toi 'Cause there's blood in the chapel Nails from the wall Demons are having a ball Blood
Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary
