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soulkeeper (rapper) - dissected faces lyrics

[verse 1: soulkeeper]
i have mad thoughts, my tattoos inked in blood
the way i see life
is from a circle of grief
like an asthmatic vampire
i can’t breathe
the fragrance of souls leaves a stench of disease
set fire to the trees you can see how the willow weeps
weeps whispering wolves lock jaws on the wildebeest
i dodge bullets miss a pulse and a heart beat
the cemeteries full so you buried under concrete
communicate with dead family’s that you can’t see
i overdose on the knowledge that i know
decade remains of the criminally insane
lie forever unchanged in the cells of my brain
as torment unwinds in a starless domain
i’m following the shepard to his unmarked grave
where the ogres are laid in a scene of terrific pain
you’re getting robbed by the preacher at you’re wake i’m

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dissecting faces of some later day saint’s then
m-st-rbating over worms in a catholic church
i swallow surgery apparatus
pray to alligators travel like a gypsy that’s abused since birth i’m

[verse 2: soulkeeper]
i sun bathe in radiation beyond salvation
watching planes fall from the sky no one can save them
but even jesus scarified all his brave men
i’m dropping skeleton bones in a cauldron
to baptize the walking dead i snap crows
necks a world left behind a ghost child in the cold flesh
i wear the robe of the ageless
i see the faceless smile while you vomit up a grey waste
inside your mouth a foul taste
i eat tombstones
on the path to obsession is the worst way
like letting pit bull’s loose in a nursery
so i suggest that you young kids stay away
this is a grown man’s game you’ll feel the impact
and while i stay intact you’re trying to drag your limbs back
this is a p-ssion not a art
and right from the start
i’ll put you out like a bin bang i’m

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[verse 3: soulkeeper]
i gargle nails from the cup of a dead man
write bars with razor i’m the king of this wasteland
a poor man stands in the temple of sickness
i rearrange the past
one play no script
i’m the bible butcher
i sign no devil contracts
a slaughterhouse striptease she deep throats the axe
you get cut from the fingers when the mic exchange hand
a battle snake
in the war of the d-mned
i bathe in sleep walkers tears before a dying moon
inside the wizards tomb
a lonely fire burns
i go against the grain suffocate the winds of earth
betray heaven it’s the darkness that you shall serve
a sand storm -ss-ssin
i follow my belief
punished by the silence in the screaming of a dying breed
we want peace but the dead are still rising
my past ancestors were raped by the vikings

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- soulkeeper rapper lyrics

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