Best not to emulate. Never will eradicate. Doctors may try to-sedate, but. None, can eliminate. . The fully functioning disease of mankind's imperfected ghost, overflows with temperamental rage while feeding off the host. Running rampant in the minds is curiosity and hate, maladjusted seeds of death that fill the voids with speed and rape. It's a game of give and steal with bonuses for killing fun, terrorize the infantile show them love then give them guns. Manifesting in the wake of rising chaos in the streets, in the home infection spreads till growing minds the sickness meets..
Well it was on this monday morning. And the day be calm and fine. A harbour grace excursion. With the boys who had the time. And just before the sailor.
Everything shines. Everything shines. Everything shines. . Hey, come this May. We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart.
We were far from the shores of England. Far from our children and wives. To play our hand in the Newfoundland. Where the wind cuts like a knife. We were far from the shores of England.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. . That's great, it starts with an earthquake.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I love the thrill, I love the scene. Imagine you in the white light. It's so beautiful, you watch me bleed. You're stabbing me from inside me now. . Kneel down and tell me about your world.
I'm the one who's so obscene. I'm the insect in your dream. . Don't tell me you're in contact. Wasting you, can you see?. Don't tell me you're in contact.
As I saw the world in flames. Through the eyes of eternal life. I wish to destroy the life. For every innocent (child) cry. As a sign to die. As I see the mistakes of man.
Unknown heir, orphaned page. A King to be come his age. For God's sake. . Sorcerer, sword in stone. Release will bring the throne. For the chosen one.
Survival of human is based in knowledge. But actions of men are really fucked. What is the respect for human life?. So many massacres and senseless wars.
You're a precious pearl. In a fragile shell. With a rose colored skin. And the roses smell. . Your long golden hair. Reflecting the light. Your emerald eyes.
Some down is true. This is a cold. Feel is the son of god. An cold is black side. Now is the troops. People flying on the night. Walking through the night.
Ghettos are becomin' lost. Shorties is outta they minds. If not for the courage of a chosen few. They stay dumb deaf and blind. . Yo, caught in the process of elimination.
by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick, and Charlie Peacock. Sung by Amy Grant. Hear me speak what's on my mind. Let me give this testimony. Reaffirm that you will find.