myself You touched the fire And took it out of me The flame is gone for all eternity Nothing can hurt me I'm safe within your grace Whatever comes our way
day moma thought I was young Hungry, and poor (par) While she was at the church praising the lord I made through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying 'cause I made it by the grace
love again and we'll laugh again We'll cry again and we'll dance again And it's better off this way So much better off this way I can't clean the blood
I'm by a phone The landscape shifts Every other song someone's trying to write angels Into the world Every grace, every ace every near miss Every decent kiss by
(inspired by the WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once
Drowning sins and sorrows I've passed this way before And just drank some more I woke up with a red face And war paint and a loss of grace I won't be
taking the closest thing to me and my savior falling in love to a person I have never met but knowing she has salvation's fragrance by God's grace this
off this slug Advise me with words from death, and new com battles Far time left, and pure shot plug that way You marathron, let me down to grace the
or grace [2x] Whores of the light, redeemed by vice Benevolence pride altered by lust Forever to slay... Savage or grace Savage or grace Cryptic state
without glee, there's an aristocrat out on a killing spree A noble, thirsty for royal blood they say The Beast in Velvet I'm called by my prey Though
drink the holy grail The soma of your blood My temple is my domain You twisted snake of mud The planets interplay They crash when worlds collide Let comets fly my way
find a way to live or way to die The decadence coerces you in zines & books & movies I know I'm right this time Get out of the way You say that you
horns Its ground is my flesh Pierced by Holy thorns I am the earth Burning deep within It's water is my blood Blackened by my sins Swallowed by
there were idols there is idleness Unholy churches light their fires upon the moor They sealed the pact with blood and honour The machine spits blood
The Son of God bore the Father's wrath And by His blood, the scars and pain The perfect Son, took the fall and took our place In His grace and unfailing
sticks (K.C. Thomas) it's like cocky style 1-2-3 we got what it takes Chiz, Afro and me we roll by the trio east coast all the way past Peurto Rico
do is see you bleed, 'cause I'm relentless. The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath, Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
and slit neck When I close my eyes my body's paralyzed Ingulfed in the swarm by the lord of the flies My eyes stay closed my temperature falls My bed starts shaking blood