the lost, the damned, the shamed. Broken homes, lost souls. Abandoned hopes, all time lows, and I know you all feel the same. We are the lost, the damned
are the lost, the damned, the shamed. Broken homes, lost souls. Abandoned hopes, all time lows, and I know you all feel the same. We are the lost, the damned
vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror
wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror
keep his heart racing (Clear) (Chorus) Will he make it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died
to formulate another plan he's the fucking cause of your appalling state the summer fans see that you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn
-a-dub, three bodies in a tub Okay, go get the men with the white gloves You can call it business but I'm personal Onyx's verse to whoever want to feel with terror
With 360's, blowin like 160 sellin fifties Due to the wicked, dice should never lie Now that's a damn lie, provin on standby, man why? The game, I mentally
disappeared behind its nose Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
names Damned day when crow on the sky Flutter it's black wings Where war track leads We will go following destiny For eternal struggle, leading by voice
of terror in the heartland she is dangerous! hearing voices sadistic messages from satan's minions! She's known as the mistress of mischief the queen of the damned
no mission accomplished here Just death to thousands A hundred voices from a hundred lands Cry out in unison Don't need no terror squad Don't want no damned
After the dance, after the innocent fall from The terror that lies in the hand's of the damned Under the trance, only the voices that cry in the dark
leads march to war Go ahead end it all... Blow up the world The final silence Blow up the world I don't give a damn! Screams of terror, panic spreads
into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror
850's With 360's, blowin like 160 sellin fifties Due to the wicked, dice should never lie Now that's a damn lie, provin on standby, man why? The game
