Peace behind your eyes is nothing I admire Revealed, devoted to something you can't hide Into the darkest hour she cast upon her roam Haven't you learned
Drink the blood, shadows cast Formless flesh your disguise Divine Hell ritual Crush your shape, unholy dance The captive angel flailing still Inside
of Truth and Lie only fear of self annihilates the soul Touch and like a torch I'll burn cast upon your endlessness lightning moment of rapture my hour
show The first to go and last to know Sat eating junk food on death row (Fleeing the fall of the human empire) No prophet cast the money lenders From
cast aside thrown to the ground I close my eyes and I see you there But my eyes deceive me every other sense says I'm alone Now waking hours melt to
Well lately i've been anchored, Grinding nerves to dust by the hour, All my eyes see is dissaray, This crushing weight becomes me, It gathers on the surface
His face, Believe His word, and trust His grace, I'll cast on Him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour
behind her eyes of china blue Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool And the coffee grounds Are burying the hours
Your eyes they send me to eternity Your heart may cast me down to hell I'm gone but lately it's your love It's condemnation enough Identify, please identify
look better Surface dissolved skin and bone Revealing all your floss It might be better if I left you now Talk for hours First impressions last And cast
Down the road sits the Big O Motel, Where people tell lies in their own private cell. With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, I come and I go we
you fly so high up In the vanilla sky Your life is fine, it's sweet and sour Unbearable great, you've got to learn You gotta love every hour You must
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER (William B. Bradbury - William Walford) « © '56 Snyder Music » Sweet hour of prayer sweet hour of prayer That calls
In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy return sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer sweet hour
am repeating myself And I know it is kind for you To sit and pretend [Chorus:] Damn regret, I'll try to forget Don't worry about me 'cause I'm refined Cast
It's a twenty-four hour operation with a skeleton staff The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half The boss votes the way the money
Nevermore to be cast aside This day is mine Even through the darkest days This fire burns always This fire burns always I will not be denied in this final hour
her try not to stare my eyes won't listen my heart doesn't care does she even notice me doesn't seem fair i've got to make her understand god please cast