I could be wrong here. I could be the Son of God. I could be right. Selling you a little life. Why you and not me?. But you wouldn't see me. You wouldn't hear me.
We're in, we're out, the King wakes up. To find himself without his throne. For what it matters. For the kingdom come, what can be done?. I've banged my head, against you guns.
A million workers, bricks in a wall, cogs in a machine. But walls can fall and machines can rust if you fail to keep them clean. Selected mating, tainted childhood favours malleable youth.
Explode!. . Is it a continuation. Or just everything starts from the beginning. Memories live in me. About future or. It's just a paradoxial state-dependent associative.
Sometimes I try to realise that you are gone.. Sometimes I think that I'll never, (Can't) go on alone.. An endless fight, to look normal, to be funny..
happy day again today i died with you again today. the sun will burn again today you and i will drown my. friend today is here again today and you will kill me.
I hear them coming,. We'll hide here until we're safe.. Just hold tight to me,. Until they find what they need.. Hush little Yael,. I hear them leaving for the beach,.
With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field. Riddled with vain attempts, all in a corpse, so familiar. But not my own, this is the difference. Between you and I we are the captive fighters.
Guide my stolen heart back to me - back. Lead my fragility to untamed lands. For I will be stronger. I wont let agony spiral my thoughts. . How can I hate what he died to save?.
She was just a little girl on vacation. She was just a little girl all on her own. She was just a little girl on her way home. She was just a little girl, how could you.
You have sinned unholy death to us all. Followers grow all for the holy ghosts fall. You will rot incinerate in the pyre. As you suffer in Hells Unholy Fire.
The reighteous gather to deliver judgement. Never caring for the needs of the poor. Are you pro-life when you bomb their clinics. Killing the unborn and the born.
Across the globe hatreds stir the beast within. Another war for holy causes seems a sin. Letting loose hate your book says to abhor. I don't think your god approves of holy war.
HANG THE POPE by Nuclear Assult. Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope. Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope. Hang him with a fucking rope. (Repeat).
Just ride those notes and all that sand again. You'll find the same will of spreading our wings upon this graceless land. . The sea continues to break on all that sand.
[Narrator:]. Still I remember a time, many years ago. They lived in a foreign land, and dwelled there evermore. The rivers were running fast, and birds they sang their songs.
The siren is whining. It's time for clear ship again. The heart beat's pounding. Pumped with adreline. The crew's so tired and fed up. They want to go back home.
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Lay your burden aside.. Put your hand in mine. (and pray that tomorrow will bring sunshine.). For no one can overcome alone.. Hands of hope touch no fear.