12 acessos
Come warm your hands
on hellfire and brimstone
Empty the pockets of the,
Innocent victim
Bound by fear!
We misplace trust, in your voice
Inside these walls!
Convincing us we have no choice
Gaze upon these stare of naivete
Two thousand years replaced
With eighteen inches of our faith
Bound by fear!
We misplace trust, in your voice
Inside these walls!
Convincing us we have no choice
And this reflection,
on where the message lies
Stained glass and marble,
or somewhere deep inside...
Somewhere deep inside
This message you will only find
deep inside...
To read these words
You keep looking down
But in the sky
This message is written in the clouds