Up From The Grave He Arose Ringtones

Dusk spreads over this cemetery, the ground appears deceased Lifeless forms buts the sky, out here all life has ceased Putrid odours rising, from beneath the ground They climb up from the tombs, with a freezing horrid sound From beyond the grave - from beyond the grave Exquisite stench of death, insurrective resurrection Arisen from the dirt, putrefactive infestation Brought... back... from the dead Lifeless... eyes... in their maggot infested heads... Dusk spreads over this cemetery, the ground appears deceased Lifeless forms buts the sky, out here all life has ceased Putrid odours rising, from beneath the ground They climb up from the tombs, with a freezing horrid sound from beyond the grave, from beyond the grave Scum of the earth, obliquity in the creation awakened by mistake, overdose of radiation Terminal deadforms unleashed, in a morbid re-animation Accidentally unearthed, it's evils resuscitation Scum of the earth, obliquity in the creation Awakened by mistake, overdose of radiation

I never meant to leave you there, a crown of roses in your hair Along with everything you've ever feared In every step I see our face, and even though I'm miles away Just close your eyes, and you can feel me here And feel me here Don't give up even when I'm gone Don't give up From the grave I'll crawl through The pouring rain for you I would pay the cost To be in your arms again The fire I would walk through For all the pain I caused you Oh, I would pay the costs To be in your arms again To be in your arms again To be in your arms again Now, I'll always be right where you were No borders can keep us apart And on the other side, I'll meet you there So bury me and lock me in I'll find a way to rise again I'll break away to find you anywhere Oh, anywhere Don't give up even when I'm gone Don't give up From the grave I'll crawl through The pouring rain for you I would pay the cost To be in your arms again The fire I would walk through For all the pain I caused you Oh, I would pay the costs To be in your arms again To be in your arms again To be in your arms again (Oh, yeah) From the grave I'll crawl through The pouring rain for you I would pay the cost To be in your arms again Fire I would walk through For all the pain I caused you Oh, I would pay the costs To be in your arms again To be in your arms again To be in your arms again

Trapped, scared to death. As you're running out of breath... Don't you feel my eyes? I've been this way. From cradle to the grave. Taking life. I was born with the devil in me. He's been with me ever since. Checking in but you can't check out. I'll burn all the evidence. I was born with the devil in me My soul cannot be saved. Sick fascination with the dead. From the cradle to the grave. From the cradle to the grave. From the cradle to the grave. Fill the cold earth. Stealing every eny that you're worth. Keep my conscience clean. I've been this way. From the cradle to the grave. The arch fiend I was born with the devil in me. He's been with me ever since. Checking in but you can't check out. I'll burn all the evidence. I was born with the devil in me My soul cannot be saved. Sick fascination with the dead. From the cradle to the grave

Good evening, you're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Tonight's chilling episode, Death Incorporated Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow? Radio, you're burnin' like a star in a black hole Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo Cutting you up like a Van Gogh You're not fucking with us We're not fucking with you So you can fuck yourself And your puppet suit You're the wizard of flaws We've got nothing to lose So you can fuck yourself And your little dog too Yeah, you can fuck yourself We've got nothing to prove We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated Do you feel like a psycho? Dirty needle rodeo Painting your disease like a digital Picasso Feelin' so bad that nobody's gonna need you Spinnin' in your grave but nobody's gonna hear you We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated Hush little baby, go for a ride We'll take a little trip to the afterlife Hush little baby, bump in the night Demon in the daylight Shadow in the limelight From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Drop the bomb We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated Let's go Until next time For more haunting tales of terror and mystery This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Who's the boss now? Who

Charlie] Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo) Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo) My childhood was hood. Shit was real My father was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal Leaving us scared with a stare untill it transformed Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man formed In the projects, we used to beef with each other Cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at nine; I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time I could've been dolo and still not flip and get live Alot of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up when they stepped They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped Peepin around the project buildingsto see who's on the bench Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defence Only thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo) Tell 'em charlie! Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo) Some '83 shit Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever I never got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER! I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 years older I take a lost and bill will regulate them like a soldier Forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs At night as a kid because mom dukes had a date Playing tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we could Older thugs would steal our football like boys in the Hood When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid became feeble You could see how they suddenly bitched up when they saw evil -Growing up on Farragut even when innocent We wen't havin it somethin'me and my brother had enough some arrogance Me and my peeps keeped it gully we had enough One year we made a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter what The circumstances no matter who they were they get murdered Alot of people got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it Reflection of children (echo)... coming up in the grave (echo) Some chef boardi shit raviolies Reflection of children (echo)... coming up in the grave (echo) Uh!...sick and delicious drama everyday WHAT!!!? Back in the days, moved into the projects at six Got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a maze Even in public school I hated kids that were squealin' The hustle skills I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing Used to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple beam I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little schemes In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the face a derelict On the bleachers I never clicked with a peaceful face Rockin blue sway pumas copped from church ave Unica phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid Boosted everything I put in shops from polo To tower record cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't stop Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason Cause the way we dressed was fresh -Used to love to get a reaction When I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action Reflection of children (echo)... coming up in the grave (echo) Kangoroos with patches... lee patches Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)