Revenge of Ghostface - GHXSTEYEZ

Check, check Can you feel it? These are the days of revenge so sweet Can you feel it? Can you feel it? There is a fear in the air that I have prayed for, for my whole life Can you feel it? And do you fear it? And Malcolm was right The hate that we've sown has come home in the night So wake up (Can you feel it?) It's time to die (Can you feel it?) 'Cause we've reached the end of the lies Just take a look at the papers, your leaders They're killers, they're liars See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher The murders, the terror, they've done it forever As we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us So now they come for me So now they come for you We didn't hear and now there's nothing we can do Holy Mother of Columbine Say a prayer for me and the USA Blessed martyrs of Palestine Come and strike us down How dare we pray? Osama is the demon that keeps you all safe in your cells Believe it (Oh, sweet revenge) And Jesus himself would condemn us all to this self-made hell Can you dig it? (Oh, sweet revenge) Hell is the sign of our times But now the victims, they're rising Their numbers multiplying They want their revenge For the years that they've been dying So now they come for me So now they come for you So now they come for me So now they come for you We didn't hear and now there's nothing we can do Holy Mother of Columbine Say a prayer for me Save a prayer for me Blessed martyrs of Palestine Come and strike us down Come and strike us down Oh, sweet revenge Oh, sweet revenge Holy Mother of Columbine Say a prayer for me Blessed martyrs of Palestine Come and strike us down Just take a look at the papers, your leaders (From Columbine) They're killers, they're liars (To Palestine) See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher (This is your world) The murders, the terror, they've done it forever (From Palestine to Columbine) As we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us (We have failed ...time to bleed) But now the victims, they're rising (From Columbine) Their numbers multiplying (To Palestine) They want their revenge (This is your world) For the years that they've been dying So now they come for me (From Palestine) So now they come for you (To Columbine) So now they come for me (We have failed) So now they come for you So now they come for me (From Columbine) So now they come for you (To Palestine) So now they come for me (This is your world) So now they come for you So now they come for me

With her high heel against the wall Kind of dancing though not at all She had stockings running up to her thigh Snaps her fingers to keep the time From the back of the room I saw her there I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare But then she noticed me glance at her I had no choice but to dance with her The lights that move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you 'round Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control I watched her feet move, her hips they sway Does a hair flip then starts to say Oh my god, it's my favorite song I pull her close and she sings along We can't slow down even if we tried If the record keeps spinning so will I She likes disco and tastes like a tear Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near The lights that move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you 'round Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control We've got nowhere to go We've got nothing to prove Instead of dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song is turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe it's only you But either way, let's begin We've got nowhere to go We've got nothing to prove Instead of dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song is turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe it's only you But either way, let's begin We've got nowhere to go We've got nothing to prove Instead of dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song is turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe it's only you But either way, let's begin The lights that move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you 'round Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control The lights that move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you 'round Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control