Sinister

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What the fuck is going on?
 Wreathe the whirlwind
 Revisit the deep end
 Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed
 The fugitive pugilist
 Luminous, anonymous
 Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious
 Heal like the hands of a medicine man
 Decon feathers
 Flesh on bone
 Real vendettas
 Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain
 For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain
 Cloak and spell
 Choke on smoke from my broken quail
 Pray from the padre when I take you from your madre
 Bottom barrel rum, double-barrel light a broadway
 Derelicts of dialect
 Dangerous environment
 Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand
 So far, quick draw, quit while you can
 Quicksand suffocates and draws out the breathing
 Hallucinations follow
 And then, loss of feeling
 Welcome to the darkside
 With [?] counter-clockwise
 You lookin' through the glass from the outside
 Be safe when you come in
 Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide
 Soul, legs and the body
 Spirit from me now, rise
 I arrive to take lives and tell lives
 I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle cries
 In your bloodstream
 I'm the one drivin' this lush dream
 Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me
 Hang the hang man
 Jesse James gang
 Guns drawn at sundown, fun starts from one pound
 The one pound of marijuana, new era
 Shame blue lightning in a Porsche Guerrera
 Still, I'm all heart
 This a mind true as dark
 To my dream team
 Til my death do us part
 Break bread with convict, real fucking killers
 Get clocked by cop with binoculars
 I'm unpopular
 But able to manipulate
 Your social circle
 You should just be careful
 I'm the Deer Hunter
 It's a tough winter
 Still, I'm inventive
 This a real friendship
 We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn
 Not actors, cowboy hat, mask and black horse
 Factor kicked in Commando Rambo
 Tahoe to Lambough
 That's when we gamble
 Eight bars of bravehearts
 Circle through your brain, I'm perfectly insane
 Who wanna challenge the birth of Christ on
 The calender
 You a Scorpio on the horoscope
 World's ugliest man, plus I'm adorable
 Oracle that can predict intentions
 Still filled with tention, drunk with revenge
 While my enemies have lunch with my friends
 Children of the twilight, born in primal fury
 The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly
 Prevail'll nail through your heart, sounds painful
 Trumpets welcome me like Gabriel The Archangel
 Hollow images
 Wavering echoes
 Subtle differences, pinebox and shovel
 Barb wire, dynamite, switchblade advocates
 Starfire midnight full moon naturalist

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Duration
03:44
Key
10
Tempo
94 BPM

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