Tekst:
Terror Arms Of The Truth

ve ever known From broken homes and dead end roads From the bottom of the gutter we rose In troubled times I call on you I place myself into the arms of the truth

ve ever known From broken homes and dead end roads From the bottom of the gutter we rose In troubled times I call on you I place myself into the arms of the truth

shorty believe he can fly He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was demonized Wishing he could see rearrange the truth

Terror in the eyes of a child Weapon in the arms of a woman Survival in the heart of a killer And here we are Seeking for a revolution But after all

range Arms aimed at those that control felon man chains Explain why I'm target to homicide Flash throwin at my head Code Red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead Truth

a monster . . . it must be really great. Phyllis: It's just so wonderful. Give me a bite of the apple there . . . Mmm, oh, my monster! Oh, that's so terr

do us harm Then the voices railed against us, then the path was steep Now the sounds are softer, now the road is ended In your arms, I'll sleep Turn

this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad Case closed casket closed But is over for y'all brains splattered on the wall Arms is missing Everything we seek is the truth

down The victory now here is mine Judgments price for shameless theft Exacted and immortalized By the flames of the black star By the strength of the Heracles arms