front then, I'ma pull your x-files That been, hidden for years, and released when i came Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name Deliver
fire We are like the living dead, craving for deliverance With a frozen heart and a soul on fire And again we're falling for disgrace And hate will shelter us
Rush with fury and flame in the darkest night Rent the sky with your pure, preternatural light You would come to deliver your sacred gift Leave us not
I think we emphasis sin so much That it makes us paralyzed And glorify struggle so much That it makes us terrified And deemphasize the fact that we have
soul, I lay down my mask See my heart is in your hands See my wings are broken The fire starts to burn my flesh to the bone Trial by flames I stand
The Immaculate Conception Lyrics Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions): "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us
houses are dead Your children are full of flame The horses are dead and the butterflies fall God is abroad The wind is in the air And from the depths I point at us
house where conditions got squalid But where we at now, solid I concur time it slurs and it blurs The vision like a drug and yo it's the word How absurd deliver us
, open your rooms Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected And the archetypal postman delivering your seed
gon pop Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme Know my team, standin right in front of the screen I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time
- This is the Death of God The Death divine - The destruction of your light Forever... Our eyes are open to the dark And all the beauty therein Deliver us
hour I hold secrets flame We can watch the world devoured in it's pain Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us No one can separate us For
flame You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain It's 'bout to bust Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress Sparking us
Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he
's are still in that orchid Man, damn, life in the ville, no flim flam Yes the lord has a plan, The lord has a man In us and I trust in him, and he perfect
over suckers like a Bronco Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though [Gift of Gab] We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
We delight in the day He's returning to earth, Hallelujah, Hallelujah We will lift our eyes to the cloud and the flame Lord, You guide our steps and restore us
flat! Just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks to the hills of Hebden, hell and Halifax, and the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies, got a flame