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Wages of Sin
For the wages of sin is death...convicted and condemned now taking final breaths In hot electric chairs and cold gas chambers The voltage of vengeance stir onlookers with anger They poke and they point...they scoff and they laugh For the wages of sin is death Looks are deceiving when love starts leaving Lies and deceptions create crooked conceptions Truth takes a train and men turn to monsters Guilt and innocence get mixed in the puzzle Like Rambos in jungles cuttin quick to make another kill They eat the bread of violence and drink the wine of wrath For the wages of sin is death Walking in wastelands looking over their shoulders Creeping up their spines like invisible spiders High rollers and low riders money multipliers to nickle dividers Shaking hands with Satan now they burn to a crisp Because the devil's never happy and fire's his only friend For the wages of sin is death Sin starts slow and picks up speed...slight breeeze to twisters in a blink and a beat Cold to warmth to burning heat Small victory to destructive defeat Sleeping on streets all paved with fools gold Souls get sold for a dollar and a sideshow Spotlights shine and truth tells its tale Remember this rhyme and remember what's said For the wages of sin is death
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