of morally bankrupt hypocrites The army of god makes martyrs out of terrorists who kill and maim The army of god is playing god, condemning others in
, mama, don't worry Let's hope I'm fighting for my God's army Hold me as I pray, this is my last day Before I go to sleep, freedom from decay God I'd
morally bankrupt hypocrites The army of god makes martyrs out of terrorists who kill and maim The army of god is playing god, condemning others in his
译文: 敌. 神的军队.
译文: 微笑空虚的灵魂. 上帝军.
so sorry Mama don't worry Lets hope, I'm fighting for my gods army Hold me as I pray This is my last day Before I go to sleep Freedom found the (kay?) God
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
can tell your baby When you love him so that he's been loved before By someone who delivered your son From God's arms to my arms to yours From God's
Sunday finds me curled in bed I can hear the Sally Army in the old town square I can hear their brass and chorus's, they fill the air And I wonder why
there's no one else That makes me whole I have never needing more, I get this feeling That I've loved you before Were we lovers in an army Marching
Does he want it need it I might never know The boy feels strange Oh, the boy has changed Looking from my tower I can see his fortress strong Surrounded by his army
rage of love turns inward To prayers of devotion These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness These prayers are These prayers are the memory of God The memory of God
hour glass you out of your time Tried to go against the queen is you out of your mind? Even be at number two, your chances is slim 'Cause when God made
'cause nobody remember two or three Cross YM and the hem will make a movie We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we Yeah, Young Money army
, chew it up and swallow it. (Does everybody really need to know everyone? Do you really think you're really a part of it? And is your army really
all day Hit you in the brain Leave your face ug-lay Andersons give a fuck what ya'll say. Philip Anderson looking for action Dear God on the floor
this muthaf**ka Nigga, duce double 0 duce Lay, B, Wish Flesh (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug) I think its time we take these niggas back to the god-damn