The First Day
The evening and the morning was the First day-
A curse to walk through hell after the senenth-
All bare witness, the truth in your preance-
The land of the dead and the house of bones-
The undead head of a people that play dead-
Learned to play dead from the teachers of the Black pages-
Mockers of the truth-
Sociaty Canibles, Great Pretenders, Children Eaters, Smiling Faces-
Head so sick, make body parts quit-
Head gon see the wrong,It's a regeneration-
Wher's my Nation-
Do a 360 in a house of bones-
The land of the undead-
Can't feel the pain of the flames-
Walking through Hell, born to complain, each flame, orginal but all the same-
Power in a name all in truth-
The evening and the morning was the First day-
A curse to walk through Hell after the seventh-
All bare witness the truth in your presance.
A curse to walk through hell after the senenth-
All bare witness, the truth in your preance-
The land of the dead and the house of bones-
The undead head of a people that play dead-
Learned to play dead from the teachers of the Black pages-
Mockers of the truth-
Sociaty Canibles, Great Pretenders, Children Eaters, Smiling Faces-
Head so sick, make body parts quit-
Head gon see the wrong,It's a regeneration-
Wher's my Nation-
Do a 360 in a house of bones-
The land of the undead-
Can't feel the pain of the flames-
Walking through Hell, born to complain, each flame, orginal but all the same-
Power in a name all in truth-
The evening and the morning was the First day-
A curse to walk through Hell after the seventh-
All bare witness the truth in your presance.
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