It's not some heavy hand from up above that make you late Recall how that night was spent Forget a friendly fate
The world perspectives blurred
Connect to a herd and leave mind black You could be the black sheep on the block
And you've got free will to thank in vain
Condemning acts assuming that you're safe There's no free pass when you don't do as you say Envision an existence of penance without pain Just put your faith in god and those chills won't mean a thing
You might dodge the bullet and leave that life a stain on the Sheets to clean, but can't condone the clinics free domes Tell me what's obscene in vain
Cup of christ half-filled with grain
A two strike count but you swing again I won't play the cynic if you don't play the saint And those chills won't mean a thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
