minds The conscience strains to listen The ticking hands of time Expression, confession I can't wait War Expression, confession I can't wait War
War brides, we should have took time to find our way Peace time starts with bullets and ends in a parade Friday night, the old man said, ?We've gone too
Oh you wont find me in the arms of strangers Laughing and drinking like a big parader I dona??t posses the mind to over matters Of the money kind Mine
I was so alive I can only look back Longer than a legend, larger than a fact O I was so alive I can only look back And I was so afraid I have traveled
had enough of stop and go And now you wish you'd never said hello Until we're back into the station where the radio is blaring on And all the war brides
The sky is falling down like it's done a thousand times and thousands of war brides sleep alone tonight so press your lips to mine that's where they
to listen [Romans 13:5 1 Timothy 1:19] The ticking hands of time [Psalms 81:15 Psalms 89:47] Expression, confession I can't wait War "in the soul" [
Übersetzung: Death. War Brides.
listen [Romans 13:5 1 Timothy 1:19] The ticking hands of time [Psalms 81:15 Psalms 89:47] Expression, confession I can't wait War "in the soul" [Psalms
son of the virgin bawl, institute of the church IN WAR Preaching and researching WAR Practice and rehearsing WAR Teaching and dem learning WAR Instigating and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR
of destruction The triple sign of six is on your brow Rebellion - Listen to the call I shall make you scorch the hateful earth With pest pain and war
will die With our arms unbound And this is why This is why Why we fight Come hell Bride of quiet Bride of all unquiet things Bride of quiet Bride of
the hydra, burn the talisman, holocaust Run with the pack illegitimate child the unborn wench at war. tear him inside she became a bride wedlock to a
: Bad moon Aggression Frustration Tradition of fatality Religious domain In holy wars Christmas For the business And virgin white For the bride People
war. No war, it makes me sick, it makes me cringe. I will not fear your art of war. Of war and of war,this art of war, this art of war. Guns will not
and they prey to the lord But mostly they pray about love and war Pray about love and war I've seen a lot of young men go to war And leave a lot of young brides
t cry You know the tears will do no good So dry your eyes Oh, your daddy He?s the iron man Battleship wrecked under dry land Your mamma She?s a bitter bride