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Gazze Song

from The Ultimate Plan by Infidel Express

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lyrics

Taste yourself,

Lets shake it on your soul.



First you have to taste yourself

And shake it on your soul.



You gotta believe what’s wrong.

You gotta believe the sins of ours,

in your cold simplest male;

GOD.



Wreckage son cause

A song of blasphemy,



“I’m the Sun!”

“I’ll descent on!”

“Make it up to GOD, take it sour.”



I’ve got a taste on you.



Thorn, maybe some day…

I refuse to drain on your plains.



I’m sure, I’m truly something,

In the night that forms its weight…



The Sun

Makes god…

The grill.



I came out as the same old bane to you

I kill seasons.



I’ve born the wound

Full-filled you!

I’ve born the wound,

That needs you

I’m the boy that fears you

I’m the GOD.



Taste yourself with GOD.



Taste.



Taste yourself, I’ll come off your soul!



First you have to taste yourself

Shake it on soul.

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from The Ultimate Plan, released August 18, 2021

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Infidel Express Moscow, Russia

Guitars - Patriarch Unlucky

Vocals - Muhammad Ali

Drums - No Nickname

Bass - Lizard Wizard

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