Sent from God
A holy visit
I wake up in the night
"What
I was late getting to church on the morning of
Breathe on it
God comes from the light of fire
When I
Silence from you is like
The death of a tune, oh
I
Golden stream
In the cold
It turns to ice
Runs down my knees
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Lift my legs, lift my legs
Lift my
Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold
And
We go down like moles
Claws dig an endless hole
We descend
Now you're never gonna get back to the boy you
The man that I am with my man
His warm coals
From the moment I was taught to resist the education,
Far out at sea
bathed in breeze
Now only ghosts
we haunt living
When I fall, I'll aim my feet at you
I'll aim
Slow down I'm a slow learner
and I go places, I
In my evil, little graveyard
There was writing on the wall
We
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