sacred cow empty label Jesus Christ I'm still here food stamp miles empty label supermarket bowl of rags
and thoughts can't grasp it away she falling over angels where the soul goes to regurgitated fables in her light she saw a fatal beauty in her dreams she saw her fatal duty to leave
the gypsy whore with the star of david gently stapled to her lip recites the psalms to the piss stained bums as she swivels her magnificent hips
and thoughts can't grasp it away she falling over angels where the soul goes to regurgitated fables in her light she saw a fatal beauty in her dreams she saw her fatal duty to leave
I once had an evil heart wrapped in tears and a crown of thorns sixteen months of being torn I was dying to be born
they traded for bits and pieces of her soul in a large black circle under the sea they traded for bits and pieces of her soul trading feathers for gold and who'd imagine it would come to this when there becomes more to money than life more to existence than this emptiness more than sadness and strife
no you don't have to be a sage to know the mysteries of the dove no you don't have to be a sage to know the mysteries of the dove and the only thing that's real is loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
