Carry Your Love

We are called out, we are ransomed. We are not of the world we're in. We are chosen, we are blessed. To bring light to the lives of men. . So Father sow Your seed.

Can't Lose You

So you're gone and but I know you're not so far away. You're a call on the phone or a ride on a plane. But that just isn't the same, yeah well. . Well, that's okay [Incomprehensible] because I was never home anyway.

Corpse For The Theft

We are no gods, we are just. We are no gods, we are just mortal!. . Shadows on the wall, they're about to take control.. Blinking of a knife, the divine strife..

Close To Decomposing

[2x:] You never rot alone.. Decomposition to the bone.. . Left to dirt, feed the slime, absorb into the sand.. Scratch the ground, mute among others, joint like a blent..

Chainsaw Caesarean

Chainsaw caesarean - raped by a priest.. . You are - the - chosen one, - chainsaw caesarean.. Give a life - to - force control, - to exploit your way of thinking..

Crying Game

Woke up to snow. It's Christmas again. But you're still not home. Got thrown in the pen. And I'm six years old. Sitting here thinking why am I always alone?.

Confide

If you won't confide what eats you up inside. you will die. This is a secret that's not yours to hold. Spit it out, watch it corrode the ground. the sidewalk a long molten stream.

Chauffard

Y'a les bandes blanches qui dfilent,. Y'a ta vie qui s'accroche son fil.. T'es dans la zone rouge du compteur,. Et tu ne t'occupe plus des couleurs.. Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent,.

Chandelle

Elle, elle sort tout droit d'une aquarelle,. Avec ses dentelles d'autrefois,. Elle est belle comme un chemin de croix.. Elle, les enfants l'appellent Chandelle,.

Carte Postal

Allums les postes de tlvision,. Verrouilles les portes des conversations,. Oublis les dames et les jeux de cartes,. Endormies les fermes quand les jeunes partent..

Cabaret

What good is sitting alone in your room?. Come hear the music play.. Life is a Cabaret, old chum,. Come to the Cabaret.. . Put down the knitting,. The book and the broom..

Can't Trust The Weatherman

Her daddy hated his tattoos. But she was in love with a baby due. In September, early September. . So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar. Threw some chairs out in the yard.

Consumed By Television Sets

Cheap Entertainment

Crack This Code

Every member here has got the lingo. And every member here is calling bingo. Maybe you'll clue me in, I'm open to suggestions. I came for answers but instead I have more questions.

Come And Fill Me Up

I can feel you flowing through me. Holy Spirit come and fill me up. Come and fill me up. . Love and mercy fill my senses. I am thirsty for your presence Lord.

Change My Name

Seeking, hoping, trying to be who you want. Fearful, thankful, able to see a difference, oh, oh. . Change my name. Change my name. I left myself and you remain.

Call Me

I think about love, I think about life, I think about rock. I think about the times we used to hangout after school. I think about things, I think about you.

Cold

a streak of black against grey. it feels like sunday everyday. and there is noone left to phone. well, if there ever was someone. . it is cold outside.

(correct) Stranded In The Jungle

Title: Stranded In The Jungle 3:04. Artist: The Cadets. Author: Ernestine Smith, James Johnson. Recorded or Pop Chart: Pop Chart #15 July 14, 1956. Label: Modern #994.