Its time to leave - this eerie sound. I cared but failed - the ones I love. I guess its just - what comes around. . We try to bend - but then it breaks.
God you're wonderful. God you're beautiful. And your works are amazing. . You're the lifter of my head. You never put me to shame. You're always by my side.
I know from a lesser tribe. I suppose the range of my intelligence. is way too wide. . And you don't see me. 'cause I don't have much to say. . My emotional outlet.
Don't know why I run and hide. Make myself so lonesome. You just say, "That's okay. Hey babe, I'll catch you later". . It took a while. To put it all together.
Received news of your misfortune. And it's scratching out my eyes. Biting at my heart but I've got something to offer. So this isn't a time to hide my hands.
Devil, Devil you cannot defect me. . I will defect you in the name of Jesus. I will defect you in the blood of Jesus. I will defect with the Word of Jesus.
Now with silence broken. Your torch has sputtered out. And now the tribe has spoken. You're voted out and there's not time for your last words.. I hope that you feel rotten.
It started on a lonely Friday. The world was gray and overcast again. I couldn't find no one to be my friend. . Locked the bedroom door as always. Saw my brother's records laying there.
No sense at all. do what you want. for I will hunt you. Untill you will be. . Locked away. . just so what you'll. be scred of me. Behind my power. I will hide all my fears.
Come Jesus come I need you in my life. Come, Holy Spirit, come, come inside of me. Jesus Come, Holy Spirit, come, come inside of me. . My life is full of mess and confusion.
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around. I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs. With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath.
A scar inside. For such a long time. I'll do it all over again. Can't face the wounds. Have to go on. Stop remembering. Time by time shades reach the surface.
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight. Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside. The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin.
In the dark before the day. You're still drunk from yesterday. When there ain't nothing left to say. Maybe then you'll find a way. To the heart of everything.
Landed in this place. Tried to make this island more like home. But there are some things better left behind. . We came here on a plane. Just a bunch of little boys.
No brainwaves or activity. while the craft is in the air. It's getting dark, it's getting light. we are sitting in a chair. . We have fastened every belt.
"Burn down the mission". So said the noon day sun. On a wearisome expedition. When the vision quest had begun. . Unbeknownst to the drifter. Unbeknownst to the solitary one.
Take your knife out.. The blade is deep in my back.. (But it's not the first time.). Can we figure a way to bandage the wound?. ('Cause it's not the first time,).
No brainwaves or activity. while the craft is in the air. It's getting dark, it's getting light. we are sitting in a chair. . We have fastened every belt.