Cross on your brow Means you repent Another day older And deeper descent
Believe the Christ Spider Satan draws near Obey talking snakes And there’s nothing to fear
When the sirens sound You won’t have to ask I’ll tuck you gently Into your bed of black ash
Minus the mark You’ll be destroyed Discarded like refuse A child’s broken toy
Job said to God: “I abhor a vacuum” God answered Job: “I just loathe humans”
When the sirens sound You won’t have to ask I’ll tuck you gently Into your bed of black ash
Forty days in the wilderness Turn into forever Farewell to the flesh To the lives we have severed
On flattened fairgrounds It’s a Big Carnival Day Explosions all around So you can’t hear me as I say
When the sirens sound You won’t have to ask I’ll tuck you gently Into your bed of black ashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
