Everything's broken. Death and disease Drying eyes does nothing. They still cry, still scream Do we curse our hearts that are made of stone? Or eyes for the terrible things we see?
We're raising our fists to the sky
We have no answers to this mess We need Word in Flesh
We're raising our fists to the sky A lack of creating We're raising our fists to the sky A lack of relating We live, we build, we live, we build
(Filthy made perfect. Dying and living) (x4)
We want to become, become one We have no answers to this mess We want to become, become one We need Word in Flesh We want to become, become one We have no answers to this mess We need, we need, we need Word in FleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
