bodies, the air has grown small fingers Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination
Traduzione: La Chiesa. Destinazione.
[SAINT VITUS cover]
Verse 1: Given the need to know I've called you on all I've seen A record for the unknown As blatant as these from me Arranged for the world to see As
Verse 1: A note, a shot, a photograph For all the times we ever laughed A wink, a nod to every time I knew You were turning my head... Like tops upon
Verse 1: Sweet Love I think you found the passion But right now, things aren't what you fashioned You know these things will come to get you Pre-Chorus
Verse 1: I said love, listen as the lovers talk I said love, wonder what they talk about I give up, I may never figure out Where the love fell to loneliness
Verse 1: Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches Go, never return from resentment Choked by every word that I've witnessed
life drained my innocence (Uh huh) It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh
images, project life drained my innocence It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church
Red lights, cars zoom past, New York had a heart attack Screaming into a new world Sunrise at Sacre Coeur, I turn to move into the church Silence wraps
a fuck if all of this belongs to you do what you do, go head but throw me in the briar's patch and you'll never see so much red I bled from Destin just
dragging you away Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church
link to all other energies That's anything and everything Moving light that you have never seen And light carries information Without hesitation vibrations glean Through the constellation, manifestation stimulated Better destination
the clouds, the dark My planes racin' cross the sky No hatin' on players, although they passin' us by Flyin' like a bird, with no destination, makin'
by the inquisition The order of Pope and King Lets them leave behind everything The fleet is ready, ready to sail No one knows its destination Gathering
to his kids and wife In the middle of the night somethin' just ain't feelin' right, so he go to the church In front the church you see with a pen and
