he will soon be back on Earth They think they are the only ones who will be spared The kingdom of Jehovah isn't really there... Halls of warship burn
my feet were made of lead My feet were made of lead I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep I'll just drink pailfulls of rain I'm but a barnacled warship
Tradução: Deicide. Salas de buque de guerra.
Would you please let me stop this here and now would you please tell me where to go would you please let there be love in the air or does it just work
prediction he will soon be back on Earth They think they are the only ones who will be spared The kingdom of Jehovah isn't really there... Halls of warship
You toil and stress Scratch and obsess The measure of man doesn't make me who I am Wanting more, wanting more, wondering? Why do we toil and stress Scratch
When I started asking questions you were nowhere to be found When I begged for your protection you were nowhere to be found Disappointed in your children
I was lost in the woods and I adhered to a half truth I might regret this, but for now I trust you We get no inspiration if we give no inspiration Sought
Control! Control! In everything social Control! Control! You are the bane of the hopeful But this is all we know Eventually you'll face a pain that
I can't find the way back And what was familiar seems abstract Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest? (You're welcome now) Every intrusion needs
