Highwire Trapeze Blood on Your knees Never fixtures Only pa**ing gashes You're praying for nothing Cuz no one answers I see right through your halo stained lies Saintly wounded or an asthmatic cancer Mostly rumors except for the tumors The ones that the clergy couldn't deny I'm the zealot A stigmatic answer? Looking back on my soldiers Weapons raised and slash through the air Trance of ignorance finally broken We sacrifice many to save the few And I believe In above all things Exposing christianity It's wholly pathetic hateful nasty lemmings Disgusted with themselves Spitting their lies Through the bile of a hymn We're surrounded by hate and denial and sin And that's just the communion... And if there is... something... anything above We'd surely be welcome home Before any of you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
