The evil in these paws starts only when sung Innocent, lifeless, hides the black intent The panic of knowing you cannot run My children cannot sleep through the constant alarms of industry and machines and constant toil of men... The host and I are going insane We're going insane
Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud Pretty things are there to be abused Look their best when skinned and flayed alive All those perfect perfect teeth removed
You said... a hole, that's what you is You said... a figment of your expectations What is heaven without the sabbath? I say What is heaven without the sabbath? What is heaven without the sabbath? What is heaven without the sabbath? I say What is heaven without the sabbath? What is heaven without the sabbath?
Oh my children can't sleep Through the night Bodies burnt Hair is singed, kissing flame Healing hands sweat and oil never mix The host and I sleep deprived and deranged
You said... don't blame him for all the slaughter he brings You said... it's not his fault, even Jesus needs to sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
