We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream Im not really bad, Im just made up of bad things Im really not a mad man, but the voices keep asking Born with a soul that dont wanna be saved Every time I look around I see what Im feeling Every time I die, I hope they diggin up my grave The undead won like the flag that I wave Im not afraid to cross on this cocaine sickness Im not afraid to die, let the good book witness I ask and get none, no, no forgiveness The day of the dead and youre on our hit list So come on, you miss hits! B***h, youre on our hit list! [Chorus:] Hold on, Holy Ghost Go on, hold me close Better run, here we come Its the day of the dead Hold on, Holy Ghost So long to the ones you know Better run, here we come Its the day of the dead This is exactly what has to be done, it happens so rarely Its like I magically happened to be the phantom and the candlelit [?] Its hysterical tracking me [?], While you gaspin so rapidly Why you brag on this rag? [?] Ill teach you bout life before happening Its ok to get startled and be afraid of the dark Ill just wait here to swallow this soul and tare you apart And Ive already started, there aint no savin your heart This is the day of the dead, this is no day in the park Here I come, here I come, down your guns and crossbows And run, better run from the skull and crossbones The storm has begun, yeah, its hard to swallow When Im done, I aint done, cause its hell that follows Now get ready for sorrow, ‘Cause its hell that follows
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 11:18:27 +0000
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