Pam springs, a decade in the salt and sun The blood it clots and the tears they run No moderation to attract Nor a veil to hide my shame Oh the cost that it brings
Don't trust your eyes They'll never tell you what's inside The violence lies in a bed of white This resurrection is in fact Just a field of disarray Oh the cost that it brings
If you're not scared then why'd you bring that gun Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun Hand grenades to blow away a passion that has turned to plague Your mother said I was the one
Jesus I'm a sinner Jesus I'm your sin Jesus I'm a sinner yes and I must sin again Jesus I'm a sinner halos choke my will away One of many children that could never find the way
If you're not scared then why'd you bring that gun Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun Hand grenades to blow away a passion that has turned to plague You mother said I was the one I'm dead and gone
If you're not scared then why'd you bring that gun Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun Hand grenades to blow away a passion that has turned to plague You mother said I was the one I'm dead and goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
