I realised It was all inside Showin me the way To my destiny Now I realise It comes from inside Come inside Do you wanna come inside? Come inside Do you wanna come inside
Tradução: Todos los Santos. En el interior.
: I have a Holy Secret. It's written in my heart. No one can take it from me. And I can't share my own. He is Jesus. He is Jesus. Who can never let me
: I don't need to climb a high mountain Seeking the truth and way to you. You are so wonderful, Creator, Holy one. You're the only one that I adore.
I'm just ridin' the wave Laughin' at phoney bitches just deciding to wave For niggas who all of a sudden decide to be brave I'm a help you get inside
the Spirit, man So listen man, the very Word of God is in the scriptures, man We got to see its God breathed, and it's His will for all creeds, All races, all
can't hide Walls that lie between us The saint within the sinner I have lost the nerve But it's all right Carry the wounded and shut your eyes All will
So I've been writing a new one Yeah, I've been taking my time with it It's gonna be so perfect It's gonna hold all of us inside of it You will see
: [Intro:] Things and Time strange El Shaddai El Shaddai Mi call pan de fatha fi I and I Guide I along these streets today Guide all de youths dem along
and our teacher He's gone from us forever He has moved a little nearer To the master of all laughter To the master of all song O my brother, O my brother
The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside
know just who you fucking are The patron saint of heartache Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patrons saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster... The patron saint
fight Into the fight Into the fight Into the fight And all the saints Will rise again As sons of wealthy men Tear the whole world down before our eyes And all
: If I could just hide The sinner inside And keep him denied How sweet life would be If I could be free From the sinner in me I'll never be a saint
A martyrs burden Heaved upon capable shoulders Dissuade your charge Arrive in commonplace with the elect Size up the furthest plateau Inside the soul of saints
viewing through the past I saw which is believed Still dressed in royal clothes A saint behind the altar History recalls During times of war Legend has been traced Stuck inside
: Welcome tired pilgrim Into the circle We have been waiting Everyone's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall, all for you, heretic