Warcloud - Midnight in the Garden of Good lyrics

(Intro: Holocaust) Two big sterling revolvers Midnight in the Garden of Good.. (Holocaust) This being of age old grace, Architect Holocaust Moss back, Antediluvian that of late Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed Lyrics crash across your head, now unzipping your face Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns Toots slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Appleby In some flaming town, you'll bury yourself, the greediest d**h before riches, kingdom of good barbarians Circumstances of development leading up to the previous 'Where The Day Takes You', placed within the sun Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done One 'Bag of Bones', children gather, Easter Egg hunt Afterwards, fruit bon-bons and safari punch Granite hollow planet, 'Period of Adjustment' Back to the hanging gardens and lavish buffet lunch 'Plantation Memories', stone monolith choice bound Hoist down the use of human beings, a voice sounds; "In the prairie fields, the poppies blow All the crosses, row and row They are the dead, short days ago They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow The torch be yours, to hold it high If ye break faith with us, who dies? Loved and were loved, and now they lie cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky" (Chorus 3X: Holocaust) Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs Father Architect, to peal a lemon and share a drag Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize bu*terscotch ladybugs, candy-cane bu*terflies (Holocaust) In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face The sound or a combination of sounds or it's representation In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme Salamander slithers into a stream where glitter fiends Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle We build the new chapels, still bobbing for blue apples Tackled and shackle, recycling wordage and best font Eat off Titanic artifacts on a waterfront restaurant World War 3, entrées, picketing crept wit me Aqua-taxi verbalism tours, ticketed separately Ice laid in waters, all thrilled to the heroics Hair pin twists and turns, bottles exploded Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin-Robbins and Häagen-Dazs Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws Views of marine life, mystifyingly true Harvest scores of curiosities, just arriving see-through Flew first cla**, ideal baby pandas, koalas Gold rich Pina Coladas and experience my Katana Those Mephistopheles, Beelzebub, Lucifierian lifestyle Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly Waffle shoe club foot, Polly slobbing for penny Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, Eric get many For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred And the deceitful lust greed, it shed off infinity facelifts Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) 'Hang 'em High', dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards Sunset Stroll, hand-picked the green raisins Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seen occasions Seem patient, wasting timeless now, slim-fitted crewmen The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans One man aircraft carrier, personnel No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent's Hell What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul? The voice be it starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes Interactive play areas, reservations required Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher Plus elite catering, remarkable tasting menu and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue Never will concede, just work hard, determined Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the percussion Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confetti Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serengeti Over night camping trip, foes will disappear Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered (Chorus 2X) (Outro: Holocaust) baby powder incense... If a man was to tell me he wasn't God I would have to ask him what he was (movie sample) What do you call yourself politically and how do you define yourself, in a political philosophy?