Locksmith - Illuminati lyrics
[Locksmith - Illuminati lyrics]
Annuit Coeptis Novus Ordo Seclorum
Scribbled on his
Back as he orchestrated a forum
Of high treason his eyes bleeding his mind
Fleeting protected by the branch in
His right claw feeding eating off the souls
Of the youth beautifully built a
Bird he said we praise Azazel and anually
Meet at Builderburg and I can feel
His words piercing through my head I couldn't
See his flesh cause his body was
Lead wed to his mother Isis his brother
Was Horus the stench from David Lynch
Impregnated her forest the chorus from the
Fresh Prince's theme song ringed on
Til his knees locked and took the shape of
A peacock mc's flock to his presence
To kiss his feathers then he left him
For dead like Russian and Carl Wheathers
In all fairness thats the squareness they
Rely on the masses still trapped
Inside the cyclone they spinning out
They screaming out to the masses taking
Lashes from they masters they yelling
Out they screaming out blood sacrifice
Welcome to the after life
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life
Forbidden scriptures and abandoned
Laws they said pike is the likeness of
Mordern Santa Claus a Scottish rite from
A god that's white satanic claws
Symbolic plights and demonic
Bites from mechanic
Jaws romantic broads put an
Emphasis on the 2nd month and Constantine
Used religion to spread the devils
Hunch so you ain't gotta step foot inside of
The ghetto once to see what they
Been plotting in deeper then we could ever
Clutch whatever lust you desire they
Find a sin lodged they won't be happy
Until we acknowledge them god these are
The hymns of fallen Jin the memoirs of
Nimrod tracking devices inside ur SIM
Card the all seeing eye-phone they use to
Spy on the masses of the people
Consumed inside of this cyclone if poems can
Challenge what u rely on then find
Another bed to go on they screaming out
They screaming out to the masses taking
Lashes from they masters they yelling
Out they screaming out blood sacrifice
Welcome to the after life
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life
Scribbled on his
Back as he orchestrated a forum
Of high treason his eyes bleeding his mind
Fleeting protected by the branch in
His right claw feeding eating off the souls
Of the youth beautifully built a
Bird he said we praise Azazel and anually
Meet at Builderburg and I can feel
His words piercing through my head I couldn't
See his flesh cause his body was
Lead wed to his mother Isis his brother
Was Horus the stench from David Lynch
Impregnated her forest the chorus from the
Fresh Prince's theme song ringed on
Til his knees locked and took the shape of
A peacock mc's flock to his presence
To kiss his feathers then he left him
For dead like Russian and Carl Wheathers
In all fairness thats the squareness they
Rely on the masses still trapped
Inside the cyclone they spinning out
They screaming out to the masses taking
Lashes from they masters they yelling
Out they screaming out blood sacrifice
Welcome to the after life
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life
Forbidden scriptures and abandoned
Laws they said pike is the likeness of
Mordern Santa Claus a Scottish rite from
A god that's white satanic claws
Symbolic plights and demonic
Bites from mechanic
Jaws romantic broads put an
Emphasis on the 2nd month and Constantine
Used religion to spread the devils
Hunch so you ain't gotta step foot inside of
The ghetto once to see what they
Been plotting in deeper then we could ever
Clutch whatever lust you desire they
Find a sin lodged they won't be happy
Until we acknowledge them god these are
The hymns of fallen Jin the memoirs of
Nimrod tracking devices inside ur SIM
Card the all seeing eye-phone they use to
Spy on the masses of the people
Consumed inside of this cyclone if poems can
Challenge what u rely on then find
Another bed to go on they screaming out
They screaming out to the masses taking
Lashes from they masters they yelling
Out they screaming out blood sacrifice
Welcome to the after life
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life