Hey, how you doing? Were you raised to fear hell? Pick up your shoes and dance, dance, dance on the pew. Waste no more life sitting for another hour or two.
On a forgotten day buried away, I let the hope escape me I lifted the book, my body shook, and all the words outweighed me.
It's a shame that our upbringing leaves us singing for awhile, before bailing.
I have boarded up the doors to a black hole chapel. Sutured shut my stomach wounds, from written shrapnel. I felt out the vibe, but the joke was on me. Thank you for the void, absentee trinity.
Apart from high or ignorant, lies the option of an atheist. Cultic fashion isn't shit, even when I struggle to commit.
It's a shame that our upbringing leaves us singing for awhile, before bailing. (Lone wolf)
Sweating blood. Are you nervous enough?
I have boarded up the doors to a black hole chapel. Sutured shut my stomach wounds, from written shrapnel. I felt out the vibe, but the joke was on me. Thank you for the void, absentee trinity.
Raised to be afraid of dated doctrine. Instead, equip your children when they read fiction.
I let the hope escape me. All of the words outweighed me. (Lone wolf) I let the hope escape me. All of the words outweighed me. (Alone)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
