Wait, I really don't have the guts for this It must have been abstracted with my appendix Or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth Wait, it might be such
Wait, I really don't have the guts for this, it must have been abstracted with my appendix, or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth. Wait, it might
tales are memorized And spew from mouths with empty eyes No feeling, good book stole it away Another preacher fakes to focus on collection plates Another sheep to masturbate In book
Übersetzung: Leftover Crack. Feed The Children (Book Of Lies).
's all in the strength of my hand CHILDREN OF THE STORM, on and on we run CHILDREN OF THE STORM trying to find the sun CHILDREN OF THE STORM, on and
Wait, I really don't have the gots for this, it must have been abstracted with my appendix, or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth. Wait, it might be
fairy tales are memorized and spew from mouths with empty eyes No feeling good book stole it away another preacher fakes to focus on collection plates another sheep to masterbate in book
Father do you love your children I heard you do But Father will you help your children We need you to It could be worse I know it's true But only if
CHILDREN OF THE STORM, on and on we run CHILDREN OF THE STORM trying to find the sun CHILDREN OF THE STORM, on and on we run CHILDREN OF THE STORM trying
you wanted the sky I would write across the sky In letters that would soar a thousand feet high To Sir, With Love The time has come for closing books
: It?s the Book of Romans right here, y?all Here we go I?m not ashamed of the gospel y?all, It?s the power of God, which can save us all In the gospel
to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look
away take me away Take me away Do you dream fantasy and believe what you see is weird I need a remedy or a book to get off this fear All I wanted to know
away, take me away Take me away Do you dream fantasy and believe what you see is weird I need a remedy or a book to get off this fear All I wanted to
more than marble and tile Livin on love Livin on love, buyin on time Without somebody nothing aint worth a dime Just like an old fashioned story book
: When I was a boy all the books I read I followed like a blind man to heed the words my father said. Those golden summers faded into night, words become
: Wolves beset this fallen church of blasphemy Orgies in blood shall deflorate its purity Defecate on the liars book of sick belief No one shall be saved
the rich man without any name. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the Book
