I can't keep from mourning for this topsy- Turvy world / With all its strife and pain / Mourning for the lost and the desperate
Children / Who can't remember their Names
And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end Is getting near / I can hear the devil Laughing / And its ringing in my ears
Long ago He chose us to inherit all His Kingdom / And we were blessed with light / But wandering away we disobeyed Him In the garden / And stumbled into night
And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end Is getting near / I can hear the angels Weeping / And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets who Desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully Crippled after cutting our own strings
But God said I'll forgive you I will face you Man to man / And win your love again / Oh how could there be possibly a greater Gift of love / Than dying for a friend
And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end Is getting near / I can hear the devil Laughing / And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets who Desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully Crippled after cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings / Cutting our own Strings / Cutting our own stringsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
