Awake my father tell him you’re dying abandoned by your white cells and your body. And he is sleeping still, like a temple through the million scans and sticks of the needle.
But I have made more friends in hell, than I’ve made in Jesusland.
Awake our parents, tell them we’re leaving we’re not Evangelists, with that kind of money. But I don’t know if time is against us, but there’s so many things that I want to begin.
But I have made more friends in hell, than I’ve made in Jesusland.
And I left my heart in the war, with the skyline state of the enemy, and it takes some to die for reform, but honey, we’re not Evangelists.
Awake my children, get dressed, we’re leaving. There’s a million ways to sing 'hallelujah'. And fill our days with armchair philosophies, and terrible things that happened to us.
And I have made more friends in hell, than I’ve made in Jesusland.
And I left my heart in the war, in the skyline state of the enemy, and it takes some to die for reform, but honey, we’re not Evangelists.
And I left my heart in New York with the skyline’s standing ovation and yeah it could take some to die for us all, but honey, we’re not Evangelists.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
