Song | In the Coldness of a Dream |
Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
Album | The Thief and the Fallen (Deluxe Version) |
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The deep is deep / this is only chaos and death / | |
Seance and breath / when they play on the flesh / | |
a queen like Nefaru lay on his chest / | |
the dean is forever / | |
take prey on success / | |
I can find god without needing a coordinate / | |
hand to hand / | |
man to man / | |
feed a nigga fortunate / | |
seven gold cities of Cíbola isn’t all of it / | |
Cut a lion’s head off and wear it like an ornament / | |
This isn’t something that’s conventional in its origin / | |
It’s a situation of people needing some more from him / | |
It’s primordial for the devil to want to war with him / | |
Chaos and conflict always has been the norm for him / | |
He was a product of a Machiavellian myth / | |
Sacred mushrooms and some amerindian piff / | |
The Navajo twins that carried me in the myst / | |
To Korriban and entered the academy of the sith / | |
Heaven or Hell / which one was my heart / | |
You lived on the edge / of death when you’re gone / | |
Your bones become scars / | |
When you murder your soul / | |
You levitate high up above. |
The deep is deep this is only chaos and death | |
Seance and breath when they play on the flesh | |
a queen like Nefaru lay on his chest | |
the dean is forever | |
take prey on success | |
I can find god without needing a coordinate | |
hand to hand | |
man to man | |
feed a nigga fortunate | |
seven gold cities of Ci bola isn' t all of it | |
Cut a lion' s head off and wear it like an ornament | |
This isn' t something that' s conventional in its origin | |
It' s a situation of people needing some more from him | |
It' s primordial for the devil to want to war with him | |
Chaos and conflict always has been the norm for him | |
He was a product of a Machiavellian myth | |
Sacred mushrooms and some amerindian piff | |
The Navajo twins that carried me in the myst | |
To Korriban and entered the academy of the sith | |
Heaven or Hell which one was my heart | |
You lived on the edge of death when you' re gone | |
Your bones become scars | |
When you murder your soul | |
You levitate high up above. |
The deep is deep this is only chaos and death | |
Seance and breath when they play on the flesh | |
a queen like Nefaru lay on his chest | |
the dean is forever | |
take prey on success | |
I can find god without needing a coordinate | |
hand to hand | |
man to man | |
feed a nigga fortunate | |
seven gold cities of Cí bola isn' t all of it | |
Cut a lion' s head off and wear it like an ornament | |
This isn' t something that' s conventional in its origin | |
It' s a situation of people needing some more from him | |
It' s primordial for the devil to want to war with him | |
Chaos and conflict always has been the norm for him | |
He was a product of a Machiavellian myth | |
Sacred mushrooms and some amerindian piff | |
The Navajo twins that carried me in the myst | |
To Korriban and entered the academy of the sith | |
Heaven or Hell which one was my heart | |
You lived on the edge of death when you' re gone | |
Your bones become scars | |
When you murder your soul | |
You levitate high up above. |