all be Swept away You'll be saved As long as you obey Lies Tools of the devil inside Written in Holy disguise Meant to deceive and divide Us all
salvation Slaying the weak Ethnic elimination Any day we'll all be Swept away You'll be saved As long as you obey Lies Tools of the devil inside
my girls, Can see I'm grievin', I try and hide it, But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty, When inside, I'm dying, I am finally realizing
thought that I would reach you Though I've been searching for oh so many years This place I am seems unfamiliar But there's a light to break through all
Sons turn to hunters Hunters, hunters Hunters, hunters Hunters, Hunters Hunters, hunters The fabric of your flesh Pure as a wedding dress Until I wrap my self inside your arms I cannot rest The saints
killing for There are only dreams like any other like any other To all of those who think that they know All I can say yes all I can say One man's joy
is calling The charlatans and saints of abandon Little one, little one The sky is falling The lifeboat of deception is now sailing In the wake all the
first kiss the seeds of Hatred are sown Back into darkness we flee (to tear our hearts out) We are safe where all fates fail The light inside of our
straight to hell I have my demons They're all here in my cell They're all here and follow me everywhere My hate controls me and gives me strength My only protection inside
you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come,
: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the
see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint. Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all
: Sitting here just watching you sleep Wish I could slip inside and be In some Technicolor dream But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe I'm
fortune hunter All dressed up to follow the drums Mary in a feather hula-hoop Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game gun All saints, all sinners shining
: Sitting here just watching you sleep Wish I could slip inside and be In some Technicolor dream But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe
see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all
I'd rather not take a bath, and feelin all dirty inside But its pretty inside, look at all the girlies inside So what, we hearin the mission but that
deconstruct all of my past failings But where to begin because when you live in sin It's hard to look at saints without them Reflecting their jet black auras back on you And all