I'd recognize that song anywhere, Equal parts of hope and despair, You can't believe, But it's history, You can't decide, You can't pick sides, no He
Everything was going seemingly as planned, Until we ran out of money in Amsterdam, 22 gigs in 44 days, Everyone laughed at our naivete Well I'm never
Life has showed me the way, I need no Priest or some temple to pray Wholeness, comes from within, I bend knees not, I rejoice in my sin Church of One
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale How
(Brent Baxter/Erin Enderlin) You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
Puisqu'il nous faut etre parfait Ne jamais montrer ses failles Puisqu'il nous faut garder secretes Ces douleurs qui nous entaillent Partout des icones
Aggression for life that you must live today For every disappointment you will have to pay Indoctrination it's the only way The meaning of life you obey
The pulpits standing empty, the congregations left Because to qualify for piety they had to pass a test [Q:] How much "roughly" is your god worth to
[feat. Letzte Instanz] [Instrumental]
Welcome to MY church I AM omnipotent! Jesusatan, what tha?fuck? I don?t need it in my life All I want, I conquest All of you, do your best! Don
When the time comes for marriages to end when all the black gowns are called and sent to darken doors and pay them penance for wishing death before
Forget the politics and all the hypocrites You know the body's sick from religion, indecision, mediocrity You think you're too young You say you're
We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the
Words and music by Ben Harper We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best I'll put on
True necrofuck Satan occultic The night has become to burn Might inferno danse macabre Scars of worshipping true evil bleed again The night is here,
Du bezahlst fur ihren Segen Fur die Angst vor dem Tod Dein Geld halt sie am Leben Gibt ihnen ihr taglich Brot Du hangst an ihren Lippen Und Du glaubst
I would often go there To the tiny church there The smallest church in Sussex Though it once was larger How the rill may rest there Down through the
