Sweet the water runs my friend (But) Noldor Blood is on your hands I know where the stars glow (And the) sky´s unclouded Tears unnumbered You will shet and dwell in pain Slain you will be

If heaven is a place where the angels go, I locked you out, Left you naked in the front yard, Burned all of your clothes, Having nothing can be really hard, Now I'm on the run, I'd do it all again, So catch me if you can, Cause, I took your car,

It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night Twenty years now lost It makes no sense at all

Heheh! Heh! Yeah! Get him now. 'Ey, Cube! Cube, bwoy! What, what? Whattup? Get your ass UP! Aiii... Ohh, shit!

They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow It's a dead end street The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

I’ll cover your eyes We are the walking dead I’ll cover the truth and you’ll realize Swallow the lies we’re fed We’re hanging by a thread And now I’m hating myself I’m hating myself I never should’ve shut you out Can anything bring us back to life

When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all A jester of sorts you stand holding

Slaves ov the dead gods Martyrs ov the falsehood Your life is death now Engulfed by the wake ov a million years Welcome to Amenti Jerusalem is falling! "Paint me as a dead soul The flesh, the image, the reflection Let's complete the illusion"

Don't hang your head, so the wise man said, or boy you'll soon be dead You better run, run Manuela-uela run (Gonna shoot you in the back with your own gun) You better run, run Manuela run Don't look now, you better watch that sword that's hanging over