Staring down the barrel of a gun Even when we die, the battle isn't won I've asked myself this question Now I'm questioning you
How can you speak of love When your breath smells like hate If love and grace isn't for all I'd rather be a sinner and take the fall
I heard of a beautiful place Of unrestrained love, they called it grace You dare take it and you keep it into yourself If heaven is for people like you, I'd rather go to hell
How can you speak of love When your breath smells like hate If love and grace isn't for all I'd rather be a sinner and take the falTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
