Christian fellow rise from your bed. Scrape off the mould thats growing on your head.. Life your quaking, aching small frame and stand.. Out there, there is a harvest field of man..
Cuntame que hars despus que estrenes su cuerpo. Cuando muera tu traviesa curiosidad. Cuando memorices todos sus recobecos. Y decidas otra vez regresar.
Hands can steal from the poor or hand out food to feed. They can pull out flowers or plant a seed.. Hands can make a coffin in which a cold stiff body will lie.
Braulio tiene ojos grandes y cabellos oscuros. Nunca come en exceso y jamás duerme desnudo. Siempre viste de gris, pues no tiene remedio. La tendencia a buscarse siempre el punto intermedio.
Hey man did you know?. Truth has in her hands the power the key.. She can lock you up or set you free.. Truth can part the darkness with a ray of light..
Mis dias sin ti son tan oscuros. Tan largos tan grises. Mis dias sin ti. Mis dias sin ti son tan absurdos. Tan agrios tan duros. Mis dias sin ti. Mis dias sin ti no tienen noches.
Totally spinning but Im standing still.. I am drugged by love yet Ive taken no pill.. I am hungry yet my eyes have had a feast how can this. happen beauty has fallen in love with the beast..
Si es cuestion de confesar. No se preparar cafe. Y no entiendo de futbol. Creo que alguna vez fui infiel. . Juego mal hasta el parques. Y jamas uso reloj.
Did the gun sit down devise a scheme in the night?. Did it drive itself to the murder site? Guns push air out but do they breath air in?. Was it trying to commit suicide by throwing itself into the bin?.
Lord theyre trying to find a way to bring me down. then attach a great big heavy chain.. You know those things that float along and dont get wet in the rain..
She's beautiful in face and form way above the norm and in this cold world her words tumble out warm. I don't want to die but in her eyes drown I need her like make up needs the clown..
We are gather here and now we stand.. Offering up praise to the one who made all of this great Land.. All of this great Land.. The hair on your head has been counted he knows the number..
If I were the rain I would fall on you the dry flower. If I were healing I would heal your broken wings.. If I were the light to you I would come a blazing. If I were the calm I would enter your storm..
The olive branch will soon lie broken its a sign its a symbolic omen and dead on the ground lies a dove and soon to. be joined by brotherly love.. . I see war paint quietly being put on do you know? it won't be very long. Seven thousand war horses waiting at the gate.
You say its hard preparing for the coming test.. Stuffing your head full of those facts to do your very best.. You say if you firmly squeeze go and squeeze your brain..
He dropped out of bed and into life sat there thinking about the after life.. He dropped in front so he dropped back see if anyone had some smack.. . Chorus.
You believe the stars of the night will guide you through bright daylight.. Havent you seen the telescope the pentagrams are both held in. In chained hands..
You say you are very cold. you know you are getting old. Dont despair it's the end of the age. life will soon turn a new page. Youre the bride waiting for the groom.
You check into this life when you're born.. And so sadly along the way many of us are torn.. Listen you with the bulging eyes you've got to learn to cry..
A gap in iron bars lets a beam of light hit the ground.. Hes in prison in this dusty out back western town.. They know he shot a man, shot him in the head..