Black police showin' out for the white cop White police showin' out for the black cop Break em off some Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop What you doing boy, turning that blood clart Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot Robots,

So many lives without a trace Do you hear the thunder Raging in the sky? Premonition of a Shattered world that's gonna die In the Age of Reason how do we survive? The protocols of evil

In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said nah nah hey hey Another dirty bird ain't giving out out a taste And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away That's not right Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away You

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

Necromancer Death's his guiding lights Stealing afterlife Feeding from the host Black unholy ghost Born out out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this

Under the old black magic called love I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name and I'm a flame Flame, flame of desire Only your kiss can put out out the fire Your the mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Down and

(He's calling) Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out out his little black telephone book Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little

Reverse, blow me in that black hole down there Return through perfect circle of my retina Watch Out! Hang Out! Fuck Off! Beyond! Out Yonder! Upsidedown I bleed on you so ease my pain, Blow Me Away You !!!!!!!!!!! Smash Up! wash away the blood from my

This time I finally need a light, a light Tired of seeing in black and white, white Having flashes in my mind Can’t take the ticking of time The time that’s passing by Just an outline made of skin And my walls are paper thin I want to let you color me in

Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor They still tryna figure out, I put 'em in a coffin They still tryna figure it out out I put 'em in a coffin Y'all don't