Look at you lookin' back at me Who are you to judge what's going on inside of me? It's not your job to determine right from wrong Check your own heart
(feat Derek Golembeski, courtesy of xRepresentx) Step through the door, pay for a stamp Find your friends on the floor, now X up and dance Don't hesitate
Have mercy on me oh loving God Wash clean the stains of my transgressions Wash away, make me pure, cleanse my soul with your blood fill me with your
you can do Once the buzzer sounds, no half-time can save you We're off the bench and back in the game 'cause there's no other way, hardcore's the
Murder, rape and greed that's all i ever see religious pharisees Deceiving the weak And it breaks my heart This world was lost from the start Fueled
Unleash the dogs of war and we will count our casualties at the break of dawn
This is a matter of life or death and i wont let you slip away I love you too much for you To be another victim to the game I'd give my everything
The only mistake was not your pregnancy but rather how you ripped me apart Imagine all the possibilities But you turned your back on me Now i'll
were there when it all began And you always held true Never put us down, never walked away so i'll be ther efor you You were a friend like no other
(Featuring Josh Buck, courtesy of Taste the Steel) *We overcome* When it seems all hope is lost And we're out there all alone *we overcome* despite
woods who would whistle once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol and the other kids hated me... but like a martyr i drove my self harder and harder blood
, reel in the distance Their face at dawn Where profound and terrible armies surge And foreign towns collapse under the weight of prophesied terrors All the dead advance, great armies, Martyrs for the Blood
But remember this, my brother See in this some higher plan. You must use this precious silver To become an honest man. By the witness of the martyrs By the Passion and the Blood
up inside A prisoner without reason Just on the other side We are love, we are, we are love We are love, we are, we are love The blood red rose of
the same as any other day you know I should have stayed in bed The day I tried to win I wallowed In the blood and mud with all the other pigs And I
the spectrum your career's never no more Enter the rectum And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems But a blood-red book when the others
Poets racking absinthe brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged
LIES WITHIN IN GOD'S OWN COUNTRY. IT SLEEPS BENEATH THE SOIL AND 'NEATH THE SAND. IT'S OUR MOTHERS AND FATHERS, OUR HEROES AND MARTYRS, FOR GOD'S IN THE
