Yo sé que tu amor es mi castigo Que amarte es pecado mortal y que nada entre nosotros es permitido y entre sombras nos tenemos que adorar Quiéreme lo mismo que te estoy queriendo yo Mírame con fuego en las pupilas de ansiedad Tómame que a todo estoy

Tout ce rouge sur mon corps Regarde en toi, même pas l'ombre d'une larme Et je saigne encore, je souris à la mort Je te blesse dans un dernier effort Il a le droit de poser ses mains sur ton corps Il a le droit de respirer ton odeur Il a même droit aux

Le petit train Petit train S'en va dans la campagne Va et vient Poursuit son chemin Sous la pluie Où t'en vas-tu? Train de la mort Mais que fais-tu?

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

To walk the caves of ice Decreed by Kubla Khan To seek the sacred river Alph To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of paradise I had heard the whispered tales Of immortality The deepest mystery

Perverse rites Priests of Sodom preside We are damned Immortal lust Wicked legions come forth Defile the pure The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon

(Open your eyes before you die) We're here because of you We're here because you were there We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this nation To seek the fulfillment of a promise of America We were promised a better life in our home

Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all "Good God Almighty, like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play How to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock But

These fuckin' snakes man Fuckin' up our lives I'll take a piss in your oil fields I want some motherfuckin' payback so, yo I wanna run for president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David Demand

Just not for long, for long, Immor- immortals, And live with me forever now, We could be immor- immortals, Immor- immortals I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass) I try to picture me without you but I can't 'Cause we could be