there so many fell And now they're rotten I search from town to town To drag who I can down Don't step in my path I've got you in my sights You can'
: Heaven's not for saints You only have one cup Now you've filled it up Let it go, babe - just let it go Dimlit path ahead The road is wide But your
: (Harley Allan/Gary Cotton) I tried to stay on the straight and narrow But I've walked a crooked path And I've felt worthy of forgiveness And deservin
door 'cause God loves Mormons And he wants some more A two-year mission Is our sacrifice We are the Army of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
: How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty and the strong Come bleed
: I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things
heart And watch the world fall apart There's nothing sacred being loved by saints All my beliefs just fade away No, nothing matters to me now I carve a path
mind Cross my path Cross my heart Hold my breath Space and time Our souls entwine We are touching something Spiritual and divine The lonesome heart When our souls part But the saints
times I've been made into a saint. Haunted by a halo you thought was a way out. We tell ourselves these things in hopes it brings us to the path we seek
it clear now so close to the gates i am one with dakness and hel lawaits goin' straight down the white line i walk the left hand path speaking of saints
really loved us That you really died to save us from damnation I don't think you can, I don't think you will Divine illumination sees no path to forgiveness
through our tears His cries of glory as we stray from the light Defeated and shamed, chastised and silent Angels, and Saints, and God forgotten The path
: She won't recover from her losses She hasn't chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right maybe move to the left So we can
child And the wisdom of a saint I tell ya now There is no reason to be afraid Brother warrior There are none of us who walk this path alone Spirit healer
will have a heart The letter from Priest, my freedom of speech Y'all read 'em and weep The demons that keep you from the path just laugh That's my ink
s frame Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs Call me Saint Valentine, cuz when I kill 'em,
: Denying the lying A million children fighting For lives in strife For hope beyond the horizon A dead world A dark path Not even crossroads to choose
: Remember how it all began the apple and the fall of man the price we pay so the people say Down the path of shame it led us dare to bite the hand
