Tekst:
Release Split With Courage

Slowly I feel the agony of your touch I can't wipe it away I've got to break out of those chains that bind me to you slowly I hurt, the pain the

desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy with

be our watching guide We know God is ready And he's willing To fill our veins it takes my mind away Hot sun Splitting thunder Deafening Violent