Where will you run when your kingdom falls? Will you think of the world? Where will you hide when your saviour laughs in your face- At the joke you've made of his name?
Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Were are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
When things fall by the wayside I have my faith in reason Wwhat a man tells a man becomes institution In your book of dead words And it never ever fails how the idiots prevail Or at least outnumber us
Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
When things fall by the wayside You have no reason for faith
Wise men still seek him now But i'm skeptic of the holy epileptics And the seers of visions And the mocking of a fabulous fairy tale
Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
When things fall by the wayside I have my faith You have fallen by the waysideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
