Lletres:
Beneath The Sky Respect For The Dead

march in numbers, As they hunger for the living. Through these lifeless eyes, You're just another dead fuck. Through these lifeless eyes, You're just another dead

Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me I walk the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boy

me Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me I walk the streets freely with ( ? ) beneath me

you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell). Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath

all behind She had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that

me Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me I walk the streets freely with ( ? ) beneath me,

all behind She had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that