More we grieve, more we see More we reach for self-deceit More these wars, more these lies God gets closer to suicide
This feeling fills me This grieving fills me Laughs and cries Dances in my eyes
The celestial faith is just a breath From the dry lips of the stave of death So hear this prayer, you lord and guide Every "amen" is a step close to suicide
At last, at last the hope is lost It's time to gather for the last Pentecost
Now reveal your heart and take the golden knife You're one slit away from your suicideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
