18 acessos
Dear God, will no one get out of here alive
Well I'll still have them
This new Madison floating in the sky
Every clouds come crashing down
Harder every time
Think this remedy is loaded fantasies
Flooding out your mind
Fear God, from now you've gone
And I'm still saddle in
... in your final hours
Running without a send
Come by yourself righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker
Now backlashing, back trash you liar
Backlashing, back dashing run coward
Bare the truth, when the storm comes through
Witheld in high tides
Tip the scales and drive the nails in
Deeper everytime
Dear God, will no one get out of here alive
The ten had again, do to Madison
Heaven clouds collide
Come by yourself righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker
Now backlashing, back trash you liar
Backlashing, back dashing run coward
Come by yourself righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker
Now backlashing, back trash you liar
Backlashing, back dashing run coward
Come by yourself righteous hands
Get ready to meet your maker now