Gangster of Disbelief

Lyrics

[Intro] Is there, is there, is there, is there a set day to your ever A lost and, a lost and, lost and now stole to your ember [Verse 1] An eaten, from which you may not survive Yet this undeath shall not divide you, two Into as many wolf mouths as you might feed Or hit record oblivion A deep dark themselves From which you and jeff would never be friends again And I am awfully fully aware of this After all Hell is only a furthest extension of all fairness Sysiphus got rock, i'll get mine in due time [Break] And every day authors die from falling You see what I'm saying? When authors die from falling [Verse 2] This is a slave world, of fine bedding and big funerals Stuffed with the husks of sons, followed by roman numerals And the ancient dragon of privilege Yeah but does it guard them or eat them? Tell me which is it They are the thing of whips What was once crown has become And they come in every color and from Everywhere greed grew strong in ape And in such sad math the future was ate Until not a single thinking thing on a tectonic plate has been safe since power or the ordinary cunt coming of kings My people have been only on strings And somehow my great grand dad guilded hats So that I could build stronger straw homes from blank rap Better men and women from selves And clear mind diamond mines of their personal hells Cause nothing quells the E-m-p-t-y once it class pictures your ass Sat in the still chariot of class Verse reins and all time Things will grind so I song mine Out and it does deal with the death in the venom But doesn't cure me of the darks when I'm in em [Hook 1] Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? [Post-Chorus] We don't play on graves cause there isn't room Besides it's uneven often that slants and fools come [Verse 2] Its True somehow The MP3's shown me how the humble bee must feel When your prime is what your ending wields When your environment, it eats you… Werner is it true what you jungle said Do the Birds just yell in all their hell While insects shout out death with all their legs.. If so I hope I throw it fang up at the darkness till it shuts on my guts and, small fame To know we all Last sleep the same And that it in fact does all go black When the day stops calling your name Giving you back To the absence of your laugh in this world And all things sick that your shell did pearl In defense and a middle class lack of suspense To the pit or picket fence fate your life careers off into Do you see what I'm meaning? Your sons numb, your daughters demons Run deeper than their affections [Hook 2] I'm a good gangster of my disbeliefs Unwooden goodened gangster of his disbeliefs I'm a good gangster of my disbeliefs Overtooken goodened gangster of his disbeliefs I'm a good gangster of my disbeliefs Unwooden goodened gangster of his disbeliefs Overtooken goodened gangster of his disbeliefs [Bridge] G-O-D G-O-D G-O-D Gangster G-O-D G-O-D G-O-D [Hook 1] Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill? Do you get down to the sound of guns decomposing The blood in your songs gone mud in a landfill?