leaving That you are going away Don't leave me comfortless If you save your life You will lose it Lose your life And find it (NEVER BE ASHAMED) Send back Your spirit
That you are going away Don't leave me comfortless If you save your life You will lose it Lose your life And find it (NEVER BE ASHAMED) Send back Your spirit
Watch him come from where he did go Look unto the east The devil drew his darts And the dearest dove came droppin' down But the spirits slips in soft
ARE WE EVIL ARE WE GOOD (MATTHEW 18:6) DROPPING RATTLESNAKES IN THE PLAYGROUND WOULD YOU SAVE THEM IF YOU COULD (MATTHEW 18:5) THE SPIRIT IS WILLING
WE KNOW THE FACTS I KNOW IT'S HARD CAUSE THEY TRY TO BREAK YOUR BACK I BELIEVE IN INCARNATION, VIRGIN BIRTH AND JUBILATION I BEILVE IN RESTORATION, ETERNAL LIFE AND CELEBRATION SPIRIT
wall The Organist played Amazing Grace for them all A hooker in a red skirt testified and repented While the deacons passed a snake stared and squinted Someone had a spirit
Spirits coming from the mind Waking up my deepest horrors Capture my thoughts, make me blind Weird ?cause I don't want to see The abyss of my possibilities
[Rage] SPIRITS COMING FROM THE MIND WAKING UP MY DEEPEST HORRORS CAPTURE MY THOUGHTS, MAKE ME BLIND WEIRD, 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE ABYSS OF MY
Stir my passion, stir my instincts Cast my shadow on the wall Moonlight You're the only bride that I need (by my side) Feed my senses, feed my hunger Feed my spirit
Neal and his fair young bride They had ventured all on that bounding ship That danced on the silvery tide And his heart was young, and his spirit light
(A day or two ago) I thought I'd take a ride (I thought I'd take a ride) And soon Miss Fanny Bride (And soon Miss Fanny Bride) Was seated by my side
etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits make love And pretty corpses hold their brides
etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless. Where spirits make love and pretty corpses hold their brides
in skin and bone, dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses. That's hollow and tasteless, where spirits make love and pretty corpses hold their brides
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
! girl! ya ya number 1, ya number 1, ya number 1 girl! girl! you're more than just a fuck to me, thats why i treat you differently boo, your spirit
an outcast are quickly wearing thin My carefree days are a thing of the past And I welcome the fact that I'm coming to an end Melancholy, my bride, I
