[Verse 1: JFK Ninjaface]
Though cloud us full of doubt and shroud us in amidst the bliss
To watch us drown in our own pit of blood 'til every ounce drips
(Strip them of their faith!)
[?] of love submits to malice
Between the grips of balance burning specimens outside his palace
Where the serpent lays and slumbers thunder roars
From war cinematics having captured outside his doors, yeah
He still ignores those in need of medics
Sleeps on fortunes pillow and smoke billows
His colony bleeds
Academies pollen is weak
Bitter blood no surrender, enter this tree of his fruit and bathe
In it's wondrous splendor
Venomous hate sedated mayhem
Seduced by roots of evil
Forsaken for mighty havens, keeping truths from the people
A nation fooled and divided
By [?] tools and lies
Social demise inside their cries
Beneath the stallion in sky
But see this fire inside rises and refuse to die
Popping his strength, the viper in sight
I'm an owl in flight
[Hook: Aesop Rock]
When the order finally organized the storming of the gate
And justice has been redefined for every horned saint
The able-bodied soldiers put their quarters up to play
How much more could the coroners office take?
When the ordinary people leave their corner stores and cribs
And creep onto the lawns of every self-absorbing bitch
The citizens of Earth will put their quarters up to kiss
How much more could the coroners office give?
Though cloud us full of doubt and shroud us in amidst the bliss
To watch us drown in our own pit of blood 'til every ounce drips
(Strip them of their faith!)
[?] of love submits to malice
Between the grips of balance burning specimens outside his palace
Where the serpent lays and slumbers thunder roars
From war cinematics having captured outside his doors, yeah
He still ignores those in need of medics
Sleeps on fortunes pillow and smoke billows
His colony bleeds
Academies pollen is weak
Bitter blood no surrender, enter this tree of his fruit and bathe
In it's wondrous splendor
Venomous hate sedated mayhem
Seduced by roots of evil
Forsaken for mighty havens, keeping truths from the people
A nation fooled and divided
By [?] tools and lies
Social demise inside their cries
Beneath the stallion in sky
But see this fire inside rises and refuse to die
Popping his strength, the viper in sight
I'm an owl in flight
[Hook: Aesop Rock]
When the order finally organized the storming of the gate
And justice has been redefined for every horned saint
The able-bodied soldiers put their quarters up to play
How much more could the coroners office take?
When the ordinary people leave their corner stores and cribs
And creep onto the lawns of every self-absorbing bitch
The citizens of Earth will put their quarters up to kiss
How much more could the coroners office give?
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