Matik Beats - Angel oF Music
Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Lyrics
Dirt through the veins cleanse the wound
oF serpent slaves bled through tombs
The mercy rained and angels fell
From a womb a purpose came
Held from a noose, a servants reigns
His seldom use.. Lashes cross the back
oF passing time, last in line
oN a one track mind
Underground railroads near
Runaway from a trail of tears
The hunters prey on the ail of weary
Derailed and dreary, they failed to hear me
I was screamin' freedom, we was leavin' trails
A tear bleeds through a veil so clearly
The moon was pale of stares, meak and humble
Through despair. Weaving thumbles of a fair
Demon's crumble through his care
Leave him loved though you're not there
Bleed his blood and shroud his lair
He was one undoubted rare
Piece that fell from a crowded hand
Holdin' smiles in a vial all the while
Crawling to demise hoping I won't find his eyes
Open.. Cause he'll see that I've spoken..
Leeches bleeding screaming heathens
Dreaming we've been seeing the end
Leaping reaching out of reach and
At these demons shouted teachings
Backless deep end shrouded keepings
Keep your reasons, deem your meanings
We don't need them, leave your levee
Make your death bed before you leave it
And take your breath fed when forced to eat it
Snakes can sense when emotions leaking
So keep your bottle closed and hold it deep in
If you breathe, swallow low, cause your gulp will scream it
oN your knees, follow slow, cause your pulse will bleed flesh
Don't grieve yet 'til your body rests in pieces
The peace is deaf, silence is the key to sleepless
City cries the creeper's kept.. He lied when he said..
Strangle a hurtin' man and dangle with murdered hands
The Angel of serpent prayers, on tombs will glare a murder stare
Murder the fair of flesh to further a worser circumstance
Curse the hands on the clock to serve the deserving damned
The luring lair of a lurk to walk a servant trance
Will stalk the curing chants to God of mercy rants
The lost allure the stance of chalk on curbs, we dance
Talk when murder can't to mock a murdered lamb
To God, a murder, fair, in the arms to cradle murdering hands
A coffin weaves dirt through strands
The gothic dream of church to damn
We all oughta bleed the purpose of the lamb
With the falling of the leaves, we're servant to the prayers
Winds are drawing with the secrets heard in Lucifer's stare
Victims crawling through the seems of the chalk in the street
With their jaws to their knees they will fall to the screams singin'..
