Traduzione: Fey. Is Down the Road.
Let me be for I am now free And I can feel so let the children be born My soul is one with the one that is one And I envisioned you but could you see
Crawling souls lost Inquisitive creep'n souls But step check creep But they mock me as they run around I won't fall down to they ways of this world's
And I will rise With the GOD of love And you will shine In the spirit I cried Once twined to this world That I don't deny he shall Rise, rise,rise Break
So where you at Prophet Back up off the front line Don't disrespect JESUS crush your chest Your feighning on us Fear'n us hear'n us Pestilence contagious
So pure to me 'cause Sometimes I want to runaway but I'll stay 'cause Your love is so pure to me And I try to tell but they just won't listen 'cause
To priase Him with stringed instuments To praise Him with loud crashing cymbals To praise Him with calshing cymbals Let everything that has breath yes
Proverbs 14:9 - And the evil bow before the good and the wicked at the gates of the rightousness The evil bow, the evil bow oh Lord Here I stand and
Before I was soul fly and I will But I am one with the one that's one And as a child we now fly Forever, forever, forever
Our souls are free But I now can see That my soul oh LORD United souls shall be So free through you but Rip my soul erased in wickedness Hear my cry
Just don't say no I just wanna play And can you even see Eyes closed but they talk to me 'Cause I know of a place that I trust If you could only see
And these eyes are so true And at times are so blind Why is it that I will never understand What or why And every time I wear this It reminds me of
Sick inside oh so sick Restore this heart of mine Suffer, don't let go She's gone don't let go Trials and tribulations Meditation suplication The desires
Sangre En el nombre de el Padre y el Espiritu Santo Santificado sea tu nombre Pero yo recuerdo Sangre de mi Padre Vida eternidad Clavos en tus manos
(Boyter-Lewis-Malcom-Ross/The Headboys) Jesus? praying for rain, lightning flashes around TThe prophet is screaming, his head hits the ground You should
The lights are so bright all the things you wanted Set within your sights you sell your soul tonight And in the morning there's something not quite right
So what did we learn and what has become of this after all is raped and sold To the highest bidder or the trendiest fucker or whatever It's good for