God Be With You lyrics

[Chorus x2: Holocaust]In the winter time, we go walking in the fieldsWe go to war like Apache and rebel indians with no shieldsI float like a white crow, explode like a missileIn the dark places of the wall, keep the truth and God be with you[Holocaust:]The impact'll rip your shoulders offThey're are soldiers in the dark side of the planet who walkHe holds the key, to destroying the enemyWhen and M.C. disappeared, by the beats people fearedI'm stable to collide, you and your crew were trickedInto sitting on a magic bench from which, they were unable to riseA misfortuned followed his family, because three years laterThey became disabled and died, I'm a tyrant far and hazardous artAn M.C. wrestles with violence, his alter ego was leveled in a riotOn his way to the war, he was bitten by a snakeBecause the smell of his wound and his cries made him offensiveHis companions left him on a delosate island...You're moving in a shadow of life and substance, another M.C. got ampedNow I'm viciously dr
agging his body back to the campIt looks like fire and an explosion, leave your back blew inYour whole state get ruined, a giant California bruinYou're just a broken machine, who thinks he's a human...[Chorus x4][Holocaust:]The good Lazarus, I've been missing for 40 years, battle usThe greatest story ever told, my catolic baters can't taker usA black dragon flying around two towers in a land that's hazardousYou bite down on a bullet for a time, and after that, return to dustLike an idiot-dummy sitting in a chair with a smile on his face thereTo the evil monarch family, I bring despairInside my soul, is lions, tigers and bearsA ghost like the river, signs of the apocalypseMy gun occupants, above his service war is a metropolisBut I'd rather live down here in the ridge, with a tomahawk and head dressHoarding thousands of indians, braves, hostagesI'm like the vision in a eye of a giant great white sharkAs he swims, or the hyenas in the desert glowing eyesMaking noise at noise, Seraphim, I w
as burned as a witchYou are stuck on a ship, inside a bottleYou live inside a painting, and move, once a weekAnd near the cartage in the woods, and M.C. tries to walkAnd he can't move his feet, so he lifts his arms up to pray to GodAnd he transform as you see, into an old stretched and withered tree[Chorus x2]