It was a hard task To take on To make us all believe To rescue us from evil cause They wanted to achieve Avenge to gain respect Defend ourselves to
and eye was like 13 and it was a Sunday morning eye think and eye think both my parents were still asleep eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye
Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at the heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets
I'd like to make this song so simple Don't want to hide my feeling under Drawn up words in shades of many colours How can I make them think I am clever
(Steve G Swindells) Random faces populate dark of pockets of my brain, lonely tortured heroes with dark eyes all full of pain. People crying out for
Lord God, free us, we have been caught in the lie Save us, Jesus, we seek asylum in your eyes ... As they feast on our blood Vengeance come, open the
I was alive after the murder yes I survived after the crash you know my dreams you couldn't haunt them and when you tried I only laughed yes I am tortured
"Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don't despair Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts
He came 'round for the afterparty Got a reception more than hearty Well no wonder, here he was, our city's most prominent martyr Who stuck needles in
For the last time You waste my tears now No more torment But don't just say you've gone away You tell a fuckin' tale (Swallow me and spit me out) How
Won't you give me your hand baby? Won't you give me your hand to hold in mine Won't you give me a kiss baby? all I need is your kiss to fee come on over
Worshipped and praised, with constant suffering Put to death for a cause or belief Bow down to me, now you're just a memory Your soul now cast, finally
Beneath a boiling sky Tears stream from upturned eyes The day for which I prayed All doubt is swept away Wrath of the almighty Through red clouds judgment
I'm trapped under the weight of what is not Tortured by what can't be changed Never feel the way that I feel Just a step away But there's a million
My pain, your gain, pleasures your when I rot inside This past, can't be, I've swallowed my foolish pride Left me, so scarred, you saw things that could
And eye was like 13 and it was a Sunday morning eye think and eye think both my parents were still asleep eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye
The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56 Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix Push their summers to the side of the plate Live