Take the longest road back home to the place that all will know, the trying days of old have passed The summer grass between our toes, when we'll get
It blurs the line between the dead and I Getting closer to a cure, not sure Is there a reason to believe? I'm getting closer to a cure, I'm sure It's
that the end is near Never knew myself I just took the pills To cure my body of the things that kill I left my mind in my childhood days What I wouldn
perception. You?ve been deceived. I wish time was still ancient so I could bridge the gap (bridge the gap) between here, between there, between you and I. (between
penetrate Will you come for my forgiveness (There's nothing left to give) No response to your repentance (Just empty me) Wasted from the living days
dared to come, beneath my pyramid, I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan, And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear; I cured
s got me feeling So missional Blood dripping while they whip Him, can you Picture my visual? Yet it scriptural the commission to come And be giving to Roman's Centurions to cure
What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence
Days we drive around With Siamese rainin' down And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars Cool summers pourin' down Washin'
Between the purity and reason Self deprecation Who has the misery, you Why do we inspect ever closer What human searches for the core for this Cure
quantum Burning, fading, we appear to fall again Join me - We shall fall - We fall A thousand stellar evolution dies Come, come and cure my dark days
your perception. You?ve been deceived. I wish time was still ancient so I could bridge the gap (bridge the gap) between here, between there, between you and I. (between
till you fix the problem Let my pupils dilate till I can no longer see Cause my history told me, death is the cure for all disease Now days if animals
got me feeling So missional Blood dripping while they whip Him, can you Picture my visual? Yet it scriptural the commission to come And be giving to Roman's Centurions to cure
and jump inside Sleep under the stars, with you tonight I'd rather be below, than ever be without you Your funeral can make it hard to breathe, they're few And far between The days