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The Gathering Every Day Is Like A Thousand Years

The colours in the church are turning Like a wheel, And when the king comes in, the whole world changes Everyday is like a thousand years Crusaders are writing home with a

a thousand years, Tell me if it's real The colours in the church are turning Like a wheel, And when the king comes in, the whole world changes Everyday is like a

a little dose of disrespect A "Fuck you" to the U.S. for every soul that God hasn't blessed (Fuck you!) There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck

no hope and can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day Yo yo hey yo Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically Never say

a homicide fetish Compose a symphony the first day life entered me No doctor was needed I performed a self delivery My raps should be in a castle inhabited lavishly With every

hey hang on every1 seriously I need your attention for a second please I think somebody lost a contact down here so, every1 look around a contact lens, somebody lost a

scorpion kills one thousand people every year. Snakes are only carnivores themed, a fucking box jellyfish sting. In 1897 Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. Off a

a homicide fetish Compose a symphony the first day life entered me No doctor was needed I performed a self delivery My raps should be in a castle inhabited lavishly With every

can't cope, so no way This is how we play everyday all day [Verse 2: Treach] Yo yo hey yo Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically