Lletres:
Holy Sons

She didn't want to know my inner bowels Didn't want to hear those late night growls I could have been one of a million monks Straying from the discipline

Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl Did you do your own research? Did you build from

Traducció: Sant Fills. Coses que fer mentre s'espera per l'Apocalipsi.

It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This

Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl Did you do your own research? Did you build from

Accidents out on the highway to somewhere They tell us about when we we're young Rescuers working to clean up the crashes Before she can see what they

Velvet sounds you made Sleeping symphony as I would lie awake In the crevice of your shoulder soft and warm That's where I miss your breathing Black

last Fighting together for light Sons and daughters of Abraham Lay down to a higher command Don't be tricked by the acts of man God's wisdom revealed in a holy

indians whom he was told were gay soooooooooooooo he had them torn apart by dogs on religious grounds they say the great nations of europe were quite holy