Mr. Brady - Paradise Lost Lyrics
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Paradise Lost
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What Are The Lyrics For Paradise Lost By Mr. Brady?
[Brady]
Scared I'm gonna trip my fingers These fingers stuck in your third eye As I gotcha paralyzed your heart venture Bad tidings residing in liberal Until nightfall I might crawl outta the shadows in your sleep Cause my wrist bone's connected to the hand bone's connected to the Jizz nasty I can never let it walk on by Why do I feel so high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor Cybernetic snake charmer All you can get Your sweat glands and pores in your skin Release spores from within leviathan Can't hang unless you swing by the neck Untempered instrumentals got you smooth As thinking continental cruise Your core bruise until your spine and Press rewind too many times And catch several shurikens To your mind and soul as I swallow it whole I see you grippin' on Cybertron optimist call me crypticon Synchro on quartz tryin' to thwart the upending doom Croonin' like coyotes at the moon When its almost high noon niggas swoon like ninjas Unite west coast avengers Drift fine swollen member [Madchild] Sparkling crackling Tackling stacked assailants Medieval magicians practice under heavy surveillance The ultimate quartet indestructible unpredictable Symbolic sorcerers collaborate with one trick to pull The trick is to focus Make millions from swollen billions Seek the weak and destroy Soldiers controlling civilians Deploy the daredevil dimension Competition cringes They couldn't get open if they came equipped with hinges Addicted to dope injected by swollen syringes This flame thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes I'm ill suffer from constant hot flashes Bad rock annihilates violator retaliates Vertibreaker will mutilate Ghost causing sirens Hands of hostility strangling evil tyrants Who worship the power plant I've seen many strange things Protect the sacred circle and beware of the changelings [Tony Da Skitzo] Move the masses changing your acetone mono We're high tech phonos slash ? Labyrinth spreading chaotic activity Wide open door frivolling away like cumulus clouds Your a black rose lost in my black flag Motel strange corridors With the only sensor receptacles receiving technical difficulties Mics philiac ? No gimmicks A patch over your left eye ? While the venomous Serum leaks in your heart print Indent a paragraph and the message is sent Transparent sentiments That are radioactive And leave a fritz like apocalypse Leaving the former ? Attempt your consciousness like triplets Back to back to back like ? In a foreign country we still excavate doves Isolate you to a torture Merchants in my village Remains of no life just cold breezes and past souls Mistaking fake saviors Blessed in his own castle Now its just relics left back ? And the color is tinted [Prevail] Enter the uncensored sensor of lord magenta A member of mensa doctor mind bender Middle earth fabric tearer like ? My crushed velvet cape drags through the quicksand And long last and scribe masters with poisonous penmanship Summer equinoxes and winter solstices shift liquid land I lift my crooked hands and orchestrate The blatant containment of force so fluorescent You're surely asking for your melting pot To be a meeting spot For contaminate contestants Even Nostradamus couldn't predict these Nosferatu's With advanced sharpened lance and pierce you |
Who Wrote Paradise Lost By Mr. Brady?
George Don Gilmore, George Arthur Ragan, Aron Erlichman
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What's The Duration Of The Paradise Lost By Mr. Brady?The duration of Paradise Lost is 5:17 minutes and seconds. |
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