Tekster:
Death On Two Wheels Separation Of Church Fate

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

thoughts Damned only your cross and go back home Verse 2: By now, you should've found your way out Calmed down and I don't even notice Go on as often

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