| CANTINA Montegue is Capulet and I am sick of reconstructive bullshit Western face will always be a Renaissance Identity for worship Like the heros I�ll tame your confusion So I�ll play your game Though the like will disdain your amusement now And my pride won�t change I don�t think I should fly with you any more. And it�s not my turn to start world war Webster has his place in time but What defines the thin red line of pictures Tortured souls without a crime Sullen fall into a rhyme quick cures. Like my father I�ll feign desperation Thus I play your game And why bother to save civilization now Cause my pride won�t change So I�m honored to die for the chosen one But I fear his name And in lew of ancestral society My pride won�t change |
| EUPHORAGY You were my life Than you took a knife to my head You were my day I was your night Let everything just fall alpart Let everything have no start Sunday, happy day And everday will be that way this year Sunday happy day And every day will be that way now on Kill the baby jesus There was pain in your eyes You thought I would not notice There was faith in your eyes My favorite day is summer soltice There was blackened light Across your face Now it�s your turn If you have something to say |
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