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
The calm before the storm destined To Begin I'm out of touch, out of reach with pain or so i felt, standing on high ground, looking down at others
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
again Glory rides The stars shall 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
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