Dead Presidents II Ringtones

Presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce? Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spending money from '88, what? Presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me (Yeah, you know what?) I'll make, you and your wack mans, fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, advance You're copping me like white crystal I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to The dead presidential candidate With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime flees my mind All sneak thieves and player haters can shine But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villain win I spend Japan Yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin' I got a good life man, pounds and pence 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swingin' for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know? Uh-uh Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me So be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady flow You already know, you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough Mic-macheted your flow Your paper falls slow like confetti Mines a steady grow, perico Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show, my dough flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners Heavy spinners like hit records, Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected From chips to chicks to strippin' a Lexus Naked without your gun, we taking everything you brung We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we getting it done Crime Family, well-connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me

Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack Logic just don't give a fuck, Rattpack So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you fuckers just lease Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest Black and white like a nun These up-and-comers our sun Like the break of dawn So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil Never knowin' what's gon' follow However we never wallow in our sorrow Just pray for tomorrow At times my heart could be hallow Emotions forced to be swallowed While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda The bitch is kinky, kind of So with the lift of a pinky I'mma Dominate the world like my name was brain Spit flame like propane Bitches I overcame you know the name Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, muthafucker I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic Rip the mic to set the example While all these muthafuckers testin my patience like blood samples Constant thoughts of suicide, Where living in an era that's do or die Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I But we persevere force fear enemies saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased" In your central nervous system like heroine reppin' Maryland to the fullest Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it I go from point A to point B by keeping it G Ain't no killer but don't push me If you grab the heat you a pussy Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's They catch feelins Haters keep my name in they mouth like villains High as the ceiling Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen I'm thankful for every breath I'm given Fuck social division On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision People ask "how you get your flow so amazing" To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters taken shots but I never graze 'em Now if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of pro-gress I love my country but that shit a mess Grew up on sex and they that I can attest And how they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now run it back and retrieve it Till you receive it in your motherfuckin mind Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99 Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom Fastin' every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan I was poor as fuck me and my momma, we didn't have a dime At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own I left home at 17 Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin' And now you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story

Rather you than me If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a fucking journey M-m-maybach Music Ain't nun' changed nigga Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America Fuck it Beat Billionaire I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past Her ass be looking good inside the leggings But I know that she's missing all the edges I run the game just by running with the felons Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly) Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Can't trust no people fucking with the presser I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil He knocking on the door and all the Baswares Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck I got wet stripper pussy at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians Murder's on the news, all front pages Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy She gotta fuck like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single fucking day I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Let's go! Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Never riding dirty in the extra car Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Ladies and Gentlemen You already know what it is Ok, Yea, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit Im tryin to run in this mutherfcka Im tryin to anyways Got two hard lookin mutherfckers Ca mon I was tryin to enjoy ma night but you then came here Turned around looked mighty happy fore you came here I then turn into a rude dude Why you had to f**k up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights You aint doin nuthing but runnin ya yapp yapp You got to got to go get a couple homeboy i am strapped strapped I then turn into a rude dude man Why you had to f**k up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights Dope little lady tryin to hold you back you better listen to her She better not talk that shit ima have to put some piss right through her I then turn into a rude dude man Why you had to f**k up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights... Ca mon Yea, damm, You think you cool, you think im not you think you tough Damm, you think you hard, you think im soft, you think you rough Damm, You talkin shit, betta close your lips, you need to hush Before the end of the night im gunna have to take your ass to church Its a Sunday at the park im chillin trying to get ma swerve on Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on I then turn into a rude dude man Why you gotta f**k up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off You aint doin nuthing but runnin your pie hole You gon' make me do somethin thatta get eye swolln' I dont wanna be a rude dude man Why you gotta f**k up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off If thats your car you need to go ahead and get into it Better not talk that shit you gonna get bust something through it I then turn into a rude dude man Why you gotta f**k up the park gotta put you in the dark lights on lights off Those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like Im like those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like ...lets do it

Little salamander, where did you go? The edge of the yard I found you, you know All brown and hard I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind Can't get your body She goes smooth through my body, yep Through my body, she goes smooth She goes smooth through my body, yep Through my body, she goes smooth Little killer froggy, where did you hop? Under the entertainment center Realize you just couldn't stop The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind Can't get your body You go smooth through my body, yep Through my body, you go smooth You go smooth through my body, yep Through my body, you go smooth Hey little lizard, where did you slink? Left your cage door open Under the basement sink The drippin' water made your moldy body eyes open And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body

I was standing quiet alone in a crowded disco When a man I did not know showed me the door And told me I had to go Well that kind of humiliation never happens on farm That's why city living does the pysche such harm And I said Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire You gotta sleep on the floor Live in the mud There's no need to go higher Once you taste a brick you won't want more Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' outdoors Well it did not take me long to realise my mistake When garbage trucks messed up my dreams I knew my dreams were fake Don't know how people gonna live like this Pigeons might enjoy it but I cant live in this mess and I said Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire You gotta sleep on the floor Live in the mud There's no need to go higher Once you taste a brick you can't chew and talk Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' in a room the size of a shoebox So finally all the wires and plastic got to me Ideas and realisations were passing right through me I did not take a train a plane or bus with wings Man wasn't meant to fly Besides walking does the same thing: gets me outta here Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire You gotta sleep on the floor Live in the mud There's no need to go higher Oce you taste a brick you won't want more Saving sanity is a trick when you livin' on someone elses floor Hi, wazzup, how you doing, its good to see ya What's your name again, I cant remember Times up gotta go

You'd think she took me for a ride She held it all way up inside She held her breath and turned her face all red That's how they found her in her bed all dead And this is what I said! She's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeah She's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeah Air ball punch line delivered with a twist and She's a mixed up son of a bitch You'd think she had me in a cage Like a bird on fire, she flew into a rage Her eyes are permanently crossed Once you won her, you could swear She makes you feel like you already lost because She's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeah She's a mixed up son of a bitch, yeah, yeah Air ball punch line delivered with a twist and She's a mixed up son of a bitch Go now go! Desperate living so divine A sugar cube empire could be all mine She's stuck in gear, it's just too bad it's reverse You say I've seen bad, well, I've seen worse See the TV glowing, ah-ah, life is walking by Hear the music flowing, ah-ah, life is walking by See the lovin' tree growing, ah-ah, life is walking by An empty boat starts rowing, that's when you're knowing Life is walking you by Life is walking you by I could never tell you the truth about her 'Cause she's so mixed up I could never tell you the truth about her 'Cause she's so mixed up I could never tell you the truth about her 'Cause she's so mixed up She's a mixed up son of a bitch She's a mixed up son of a bitch

5, 500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane (insane, insane) 5, 500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just to not go insane I'm goin' home I'm starting home On a freezing eastern highway A muddy snow bank A broken radio A dome of stars on a tin plate Got Booker T on cassette tape Tore out the amplifier to fit it in I saw the free way buckle and bend Carburetor struck a strong head wind And I barreled... through California! And even on a cloudy day And the end the sun peaks through Between the mountains and the clouds! Woo! 5, 500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane 5, 500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just to not go insane And now I'm home I made it home On a little four-cylinder engine A blue tin can A red sleepin' bag I wasn't alone the whole way I had some com-pan-ay The sterring wheel made a print on my arm I stopped and I checked out the farm I saw the sun beat down hard And I barreled... through California! And even on a cloudy day And the end the sun peaks through Between the mountains and the clouds! Haw! I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! Five thousand, five hundred miles

- Excuse me, can I tell you a story? - Yeah, lay it on us, man - Ok, It goes like this I got myself a brand new toob amplifier It's large and lovely to behold La, La, La, La, La I got myself a new toob amplifier Now I'm gonna blow a big one I got myself a little toob amplifier It's large and lovely and it smells just like a dream I got myself a toob amplifier Now I'm gonna blow a big one I got myself a brand new big Bertha driver Gonna take it to the range (take it to the range) I got myself a new big Bertha driver Now I'm gonna hit a big one... I got myself a brand new cymbal supplier They're really good they're Sabian They're great they're Sabian I got myself a new cymbal supplier Now I'm gonna crash Now I'm gonna hit Now I'm gonna blow a big one

Black is the color for the dead inside me Red is the one for our love "No one will hurt you," he said and left me "No one will hurt you, I promise" Counting the days, the nights till it's over Counting the lights and the stars All I want is to sacrifice my body, my heart, and my soul Leave the dead that you left behind you Leave the mess you made in your secret garden now Just an angel will keep all your sorrow Just a cloud and the air and the river So shallow Leave the dead that you left behind you Leave the mess you made in your secret garden now Just an angel will keep all your sorrow Just a cloud and the air and the river So shallow (Leave the dead)

She came without a farthing A babe without a name So much ado about nothing Is what she'd try to say So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted Summer Through every precious day All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone All dead All dead, all dead At the rainbow's end And still, I hear her own sweet song All dead, all dead Take me back again You know my little friend's All dead and gone Her ways are always with me I wander all the while But, please, you must forgive me I am old but still a child All dead, all dead But I should not grieve In time it comes to everyone All dead, all dead But in hope, I breathe Of course, I don't believe You're dead and gone All dead and gone

I think I hate you now When I look back I really hate you now Twisted and torn I'm fucking inside out Boozy words come the wrong way out My suffering isn't over with baby pacify me I'm alone and I'm playing roulette with my enemy Relaxation is strangulation My mind's been fucked Mental fornication Catch me as I fall I'm crawling up the walls Push me to sleep Don't Talk, talk to me We're not dead We're not dead yet Uh huh Not dead I think I'm blacking out Check, check on me, I think I'm blacking out I'm bags of crazy, it's without a doubt Boozy words come the wrong way out It's suffocating this conversation got me on a leash No escaping, I'm shaken, taped up to reality Toxication takes motivation What you doing with your generation? Catch me as I fall I'm crawling up the walls Push me to sleep Don't Talk, talk to me We're not dead We're not dead yet Dead Uh huh I'm done but not dead yet Uh huh Not dead I'm not dead Yet I'm not dead Yet I really think you should sit down and slowly Take a happy pill and think of everything over You feel much better now You feel much better now You feel much better now

I'm a reject (and I sit to pee) But my mom says I'm a catch Rip songs in my basement (play Freebird!) And my dad smokes all my grass Go give me a like (take the pain away) Loko in my bong (chug a tidal wave) Play a fuckin' song (I will never make money, money) I'm a wannabe I'm a loser, man Spend my time in a punk rock band That's me Go stream this song for free I'm a wannabe Don't you know me, fam? Got ten likes on my Instagram That's me A fake celebrity I'm a wannabe You're a poser (with your Nickelback tee) Talkin' shit all goddamn day Like an asshole (send bobs and vegene) And I don't care what you say Go give me a like (take the pain away) Loko in my bong (chug a tidal wave) Play a fuckin' song (I will never make money, money) I'm a wannabe I'm a loser, man Spend my time in a punk rock band That's me Go stream this song for free I'm a wannabe Don't you know me, fam? Got ten likes on my Instagram That's me A fake celebrity I'm a wannabe You're a poser (with your Nickelback tee) They all tell me "Sell out and make that money" Can't pay me, pay me Enough to kill Dead Bundy I'm a wannabe I'm a loser man Spend my time in a punk rock band That's me Go stream this song for free I'm a wannabe Don't you know me, fam? Caught your mom on my Instagram That's me A fake celebrity I'm a wannabe I'm a wannabe Uh, are we done yet?

Back in the fourteenth century When the world was plagued by horrid diseases Discovered lifeless bodies were buried Knowing very little about true symptoms of death Those who stiffen in the stage of morbidity Were then considered dead Autopsies were unknown at that time Unconsciousness could have been fatal to your life Catalepsy, from this plague a lot have died Ignorance sent to the grave people alive There's no way to save yourself from this calamity Life will be for you a simple memory Faint! Now you're paralysed Catalepsy soon will take your life Try not to close your eyes Cause death will be to life a deadly lie When you're entombed Within your mind you wait and Pray if you could talk The only things that you would say "I'm still alive... Please!" "I'm still alive... Don't bury me!" What a sad way to end a mortal life But it's better off buried Than to be embalmed alive

Expressions drop through deadly silence. I'm bruised and broken from a lonely start and now you say you care so much but I know you can't see past yourself. I remember when we seemed so close but now you've changed and I know how this story ends. I never wanted your opinion. I never wanted you fucking help. Tender words with hidden meanings, awkward silence, hardly breathing. These days are getting longer and I'm running out of time. Sometimes I question myself: is this everything? All alone at night inside my head, wasting away. Is this all there is? I've had to much time to think, written songs that I'll never sing, watched a town turn love to hate. Split my guts just to be away, this is everything for now.

Doubutsu ika no sonzai daotoshita oretachi Nakama doushi arasotte ha saigo ni koroshiau Kotoba ga aru no ni sensou to tomo ni ayumi Ikiru tame chi no ame nani ga seigi? Shouki? Kane no tame to ka kuni no tame toka kankei nae Fueteiku no ha urami to shigai Baka keda arasoi da owaru koto nai yokkyuu Dare mo tomerarenai no ha onaji ningen dakara Do wo sugi eta chie ha mizukara wo horoboshi Doushiyou mo nakunatteku dare mo sukuenai Heiwa ha jidai to utatte ha iru ga dou nan da yo? Heiwa wo issai gassai eru ittai nan oku gisei to namida ga nagareta Dongurai? Tourai shita ima no shinjidai kawareru to shiitake Dare mo sukuwarenai itami to itari no koe Hontou no heiwa sore ha sekai ga owaru toki Nou aru taka ha tsume wo kakusu kiba wo dashita oretachi ha nou nakusu Koukaku shisokora no kemodo tachi to doukaku? Iya sara ni gesu na shuzoku Kurushii toki no kamidanomi te okureta imori ni dai hora no michi Kai inu no te wo kamare go rippuku na ten kara wazawai Baka keda arasoi da owaru koto nai yokkyuu Dare mo tomerarenai no ha onaji ningen dakara Dare mo sukuwarenai itami to itari no koe Hontou no heiwa sore ha sekai ga owaru toki

They have a master plan Divide us all, make us suffer Terminate the human whore We'll drop like flies We're the lab rats You hate me, I hate you They're feeding off our hatred They're feeding off our anger They push me, they push you They push us in the corner And wait for us to explode I see the world dead With their evil minds and evil plans I see the world dead With bleeding fits and triggered hate The slaughter of the damned Will we ever stand our ground Or will we lay down and wait to die? With poison in our veins Chemtrails as far as eye can see We drop like flies With this hunger games There is no justice, there is no truth Of what they're saying and what they will do With aluminum in our veins We will drop dead soon Governments around the world is about to succeed With their evil plan, exterminating humans See how we run, see how we suffer Turning us against each other I see the world dead With their evil minds and evil plans I see the world dead With bleeding fits and triggered hate The slaughter of the damned The Earth is cracking into pieces We are the global experiment The hate is driving us mad It's the slaughter of the damned

Inhale the toxic air Fumes from nuclear war A reeking wasteland where all is dead All life erased There is no existence Genocide, the extincion of mankind The final battle raged A war to end all wars Glorified religious lunacy Worshippers of different beliefs Justified the slaughter Extermination, approved by their god No resurrection The suffering is yours No prophecies Sacrificed for nothing Dying in a dead world Reapers of flesh Dying in a dead world Revelations grotesque All faith ends in pain Everyone will die alone No escape from mortality The decomposition of the mind In the aftermath Kneeling, dying, abandoned Realizing there's no paradise Only darkness now Total annihilation No memories will remain No resurrection The suffering is yours No prophecies Sacrificed for nothing Dying in a dead world Reapers of flesh Dying in a dead world Revelations grotesque Dead in a dead world Dead in a dead world

Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead