Voices haunting me accusing me from within They are present with me making me behave Spirit never condemns never talks to himself Spirit never condemns
The truth, the hurt, the Spirit, the Word The Voice, the choice, who will you serve The Life, the Blood, the tree the Love I've paid my dues, below and
-32) ZODIAC LOVER YOU'RE IN TOO DEEP (Psalms 106:38) SHE SHAKES LIKE A MIXER, PUTS DOWN HER CIGARETTE (II Thessalonians 1:7) SHE GOT THE SWEETEST SPIRIT
songs aren't always perfect cause the truth it sometimes hurts And even though it is painful, you know all the words I've learned to shut the world out and to let the spirit
and you don't have long What if there is a heaven and a place called hell What if my foolishness was realy wisdom to your ears And my preaching brought the spirit
Incriminated abandoned Upon the blasted plains Without hope in this life God in the flesh came Justice and the law Established to condemn Holy Spirit
ceiling Staring down Heavens eyes are bleeding From black stars in crimson rain Seasons blend in cold arms dying Where flowers die My spirit thrives
and you're going to hear the sweetest sound you ever heard It's the spirit blowing across the land It's the voice of one who calls his bride to come
myself to the sea If god promised you're inside We'd float to island paradise And i'd become your bride Five. The countryside looks bare Without
died Her shadower?s boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride the Devil
fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through male volent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour
drifting fogs devour All hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent scylla, charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits
was lost It rises now before me A dark and silent barrier between All I am, and all that I would ever want be It's just a travesty Towering, marking off the boundaries My spirit
heavens, and fill your house will glory Turn the shame of the outcast into praise All creation groans and waits For the Spirit and the Bride to say The
lines In the middle of the living room A sure sign that somebody must've died there I think they said it was a bride and a groom And I guess they
, sex I think there is a union between the flesh and the spirit Sex and the church, sex and the church All religions' mother Give me the freedom of spirit
I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you
One, two, three, four I spy for the spirit of curiosity All the scandals of each vain monstrosity I gossip and I pry and I insinuate If the failure is