As you treat the lowest, so you treat The Lamb But suppose it were so, that you were the lowest Would it stand to reason that you should be kindest to yourself above all, as though you yourself were Christ?
Deus vult! Crying for reason God’s will! Spiritual treason Deus vult! No room for saints here Gone asunder
This is the moment of decision Every day’s a chance to be a righteous man Now is the time for your salvation In the end of it you must own what you do
Soft determinism opens up my life to accept what may come, but still allows me to try I accept that I cannot change what is outside me Grant me only the power to improve my perspective
This is the moment of creation Belonging where I am, I only take what’s given This is the time for absolution I let the weight of all my shortcomings dissolve
Lay your burden down Enter the water without a ripple
Sunrise, embrace! Arms outstretched
Bless both friends and enemies The walls before me, the walls within Both will be shattered, both will give in Life as machine, so unaware I feel it draining like poisoned, dripping ichor
This is the moment of baptism I cannot call my life a meaningless mistake This is the moment of renewal I preach to introduce democracy to heavenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
