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White Zombie Soul Crusher

What is it? What it is? What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town Out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, die, die) Money man rumble, dream

Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to move

Reconstruction idea, take the ultimate trip Yeah, ultimate trip Assassination, invasion A criminal masterpiece hang on the walls Like a gold on the moon

Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out A violent burst of some kind, kind, kind, kind Mind state, a dirty little drunk and cluttered Shinning a problem

from his brain slashing Yeah crib death, killing the cradle Crunching the baby in a dashboard light Yeah, like some cheesy ass figurines Jesus, Mary Joseph crushed

"He can't get away with by the time He gets in front of the jury He'll be a good boy", said man one At a little before five o'clock He went through the

fat in the fire the smell of red, red groove screamed mega-flow - A stalking ground without prey - a flash of superstition whimpering like a crippled animal - Dogs of the Soul- Crusher

back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!! Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating. Heart breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming. Soul Crushing. Soul Crushing

: What is it? What it is. What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble.