Letras:
Poison Idea Marked For Life

In my dreams of Death, you were there The perfect crime, take my final breath The noose pulls tight, a perfect fit Swallow me up with your mistrust

Jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got

pleased with their victories, took their sacrifices and protected them and showed the mysterious paths of life and death, destiny and victory. My ancestors walked these paths with pride and courage marking

god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death blooming Dark for fear