A whipping word has become the flesh Waved around as if the world is tamed In muted tongues where the wisdom begs I'm done holding my breath
False faith disallows to create I sense them wolves at my doorstep Force fed and bound to resurrect God knows my name but won't address
Been covered here for a while Building up sorrows, sweeping under rugs But the spires are heavenly guarded
Great is the light That separates and carries out our commands Left with blood on our hands
Pour your lies into one Feed your bastard child Crown your wives before sons Sustain what they have begunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
