A feast day the same old feast day …the same old fucking feast day People who now pray …people who now pray People who despair …despair People who believe …what do they believe in? People who then cry …cry People who never think beyond Lives who never laugh at life
Their feast comes The same old fucking feast comes Mouths stuffed with vain prayers Drowning in despair People who believe Then cry over unheard cries Brains shut to avoid all the whys Lives that never enjoy life
Lies forever sealed in the name Of a loser god of his alleged love Yet in their eyes the insane one is me …yes it’s me Liars who really want to feed Their shit and lies to our thirsty hearts Yet they still think that Evil lies in me In my Black ChurchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
