the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly But notice bloody flesh
beggar's life is hard In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh There are guns, guns -
I now to be prey To your lust for flesh? Phantom- That fate which condemns me To wallow in blood Has also denied me The joys of the flesh. This face
I now to be prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM: That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh ... this
. I've seen this picture before. I never though that we would end up here, When fascism comes as an angel of light Its license parading as tyranny drives
?t get caught By her father?s friends Swamp girl faded The tiger?s wife A frenzied love Hot climate A twisted passions Flesh parade Dead ahead A world
I now to be prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood, has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face
locked door of her bedroom As she knowingly tortures the shell that is left of her bridegroom And what did he do to deserve This whore of a wife who parades
line [Malik B] I'ma pull the pins all out the grenade Radical renegade, let's get paid I won't be around when they start the raid Baricade your town like the Mummer's Parade
I now to be prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh... this face
was a cloud of peace sinned with my mind and prayed with my soul i threw my dice i thought i'd never grow old been in the gardens of the blinded parade
over the Everglades Tight-rope walk the equator with broken roller blades See you shruggin our pizza oven, your shoulder blades And, throw grenades at your nana's bingo parade
stranger... The Watcher's eye, the noble liar It's time for the merchant and his help for sale... Blades to cut wicked flesh On a merchantman he counts
shaded spot Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed gettin swarmed
prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM (Coldly) That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh . . . this face
on my cults Talk slick money grip? I'm slittin' your throat Cop a house on the boat, twenty pounds of coke Catch him at the Puerto Rican parade on the
There is no one on the air I chase parading ghosts in burning memory Through empty shells of stolen moments As all the stains are reassuring us That they
, now a ruler of only one nation Spreading his gospel among millions Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader A flesh parade