Tekst:
The Man Eating Tree Of Birth For Passing

meant to flee into A trade of birth for passing Without a shadow of doubt All words were heard And nothing was in vain In this trade of Birth for passing

elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after the world with the shivers. "What's the day?" "What you doing?" "How's your food?" "How's that song?" Man it passes

damage you for days The evangelistic wave of a man with wicked ways You signed it, the hell driven covenant for instance Loving the system malistic for

except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right of a celestial Nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree