Babyolon, realease me from the bowles of your bottomless pit, where the rightous sit high only in our eyes, but are desinted to be damned because they are sinners in disguise.....
A place where the weak get prayed upon by the voltures and the snakes, the voltures being the rich, and the snakes being the fakes. A place where wrong-doers are remoseful, though we shed no tears, it is our souls that cry, our flesh hardens throughout the years.....
A place where children are forced to become grown-ups, their mindsets change fast. REMEMBER these are just children placed in a field with many snakes in the grass. Some will recgonize them, gladly recgonizing them as they pass, but others, will become products of their enviroments, venomious slithering snkaes. These are the signs of the times, symbolized be mental prisons that many failed to escape.....
Freedom Or Death is what I holler....
Freedom Or DEath is what I scream.....
Freedom Or Death is what I come for.....
Freedom Or Death is what I mean.....
Release me from the bowles of this UnGodly bottomless pit, Babyolon America prepare for War I'm tired of your shit.....