H / Herod / When You're Dead, You're Dead
Oh god is this what they wished for Is this what they pray for Speak of salvation It reserves your place in the ground Except they painted your picture With the blood of the damned You hold your glass Promise and gaze As if something were there You must be staring through the sun For you're blind to your false salvation Still you swipe the sky hoping to catch a star Don't call this blaspheme We are all sinners The soil will welcome you with the end Don't call this blaspheme You've paid a high price for your wings So don't fall from grace It's all going to hell You can't save us They took my angel I can't win this war Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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