What's left inside him? Don't he remember us? Can't he believe me? We seemed like bothers Talked for hours last month About what we wanna be I sit
Chorus:] Sittin' in your room.. you listen and consume. You're a prisoner of doom. Sittin' in my room.. I listen and consume. I'm a prisoner of doom. [
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping
up with some beautiful doom Beautiful doom Bang! Pow! Boom! Beautiful doom Bang! Pow! Boom! Beautiful doom Wonderful doom Beautiful doom Time catches
His back on you It's a Friday 13th, of course You won't live to see noon I am a prophet of doom I am a prophet of doom So now the star has fallen Washing
She say A oom dooby doom, dooby doom Dooby, dooby doom, dooby doom, dooby doom Dooby, dooby doom, dooby doom, dooby doom Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom
hypocrites Crawl into their beds at night Ooze from slimy depths below Scream into their frozen brains Behold the prince of darkness here You sealed your doom
though We were doomed from the start But I can't believe that fate Would have such a cruel heart Though somedays it seems I know We were doomed from
Shadows of our shadows Thorny winding streets A train of drunk undertakers Digging their own graves The altar full of tongues Of fluent politicians Altar
one can stop what has begun Prophet of doom, the end is coming soon Hear the thunder, Thor's wonder of doom Of doom, of doom, of doom, of doom, of doom
the cold rain, waiting for the end See the shadows of the night I have told you, but now it is too late These are symphonies of doom Feel the danger
heart I never had Fill me with the dust Of a time long gone In a place of shadow A year has passed since the funeral The funeral of doom The air is
Cursed soul bread by fallen angel of doom will return Beyond the blackened burning skys 7th trumpeter awakened by eternal eclipse and low tide Voices
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Life is granted by an unforseen force We are but molecules in motion and nothing more? Survival of the fittest is a dark tale Sending my generation to
The devil is alive, cause I can feel him breathing Over the horizon comes hell and my arms wide open As I embrace the apocalypse This is what you came
To the following Christians listen closely. We bring our light to a new realm, a realm you dare not enter, passing judgment behind stone walls, behind
