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Blood is on your
Kill I you cannot kill I tomorrow

Your must be hollow
How does it feel to the life

Blood is on your
I today you cannot kill I tomorrow

Your must be hollow
How does it to take the life

You can hide man but not your conscience
You eat the of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow to be conquered by the serpent
Why did you disobey the commandment
Walk through the valley I feel no
God is my witness and he is my
Lift up mine eyes from whence help
You coulda never escape this

Blood is on your
Kill I today you cannot kill I

Your must be hollow
How it feel to take the life

I tell you, all men are created
But behind the it's a different sequel
Some are people to collect medals
Stop dirty acts for the high officials
You wash your hands until you can't wash them any more
It is like an and you won't find a cure
Upper class you be rich, middle class wheter you are poor
Only the righteous feel insecure
Have you ever thought about your skill getting

Blood is on your
Kill I today you cannot I tomorrow

Your insides must be
How does it feel to the life

Drinking sulphur bitters won't bitter your end
Only God can help you, no or friend
Don't let the curse be your children's children
Abdenigo, Shadreck, Meshek, in the eden
Jonah in the belly, but he was never condemned
Job with the leprosy, and he still heaven
He do for you everything He has done for them.

Blood is on your
Kill I today you cannot kill I

Your insides must be
How does it to take the life

You can hide from man but not your
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the of violence
Allow yourself to be conquered by the
Why did you disobey the commandment
Walk through the I feel no pestilence
God is my and he is my evidence
Lift up mine eyes from cometh help
You coulda escape this judgement

Blood is on your
Kill I you cannot kill I tomorrow

Your insides must be
How does it feel to take the

I you, all men are created equal
But the trigger it's a different sequel
Some are people to collect medals
committing dirty acts for the high officials
You wash your hands until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a
Upper class you be rich, middle class wheter you are poor