we've watched the lines form in our faces and the smoke fall and break to code from our hands and a message missed was a message read we can never
turns the key of life To hear the thunder roar Ancients gather amidst the stars Mortals stare in fear The Earth is damned beneath the mist A veil of
For the shame of their crawl from grace Cold and hollow as the grave And for a rape and ruinous scourge Spared for souls that shared God's worship For
[Mann Terror:] Ain't no mistaken you see my chain you know who I'm with Made niggas banging them hits, you banging them fist With just a few good niggas
