Forgive me father right now As I'm askin great blessing in favor right now for this man of God Lord, you know the direction that your taking his life holy
t hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy
you with a mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess but you're blessed With the Father, Son, Spirit an' the Holy
Rebels in field, fire in hell and sky The deal, the fear of dyin' is real Suck it up, never once to be revealed again Mess around, discourage the whole
up wasteland, wasteland none of guilt fools Found they be live in a ditch Flesh wants to abuse it They die fighting for the bloody mess Get clack back
platter Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter The batter up, baby we on deck In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh
keep stressin? lettin?these demons mess an Tract him if you let them. suggest you pick up the bible, then it's a halo that'll protect you, holy ghost
all you want is peace The Bible preaches anarchy You say that God does not exist You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in It's holy harcore!!!
Skating the surface of oceanic depths Oh, may the fruit of my life be meaning So please forgive me all my seriousness My so-called spirituality, I'm just a mess
Come on strong girl, lay the heavy trick on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me
the sun Sanctum officium has made me believe Has made me believe, has made me believe We know for sure you're lying Would you like to mess with holy
Thinking as you work That this land is your land But now you're bursting into my country You're messing up my fields You're playing games with my holy
lost Dreaming, we were stones in black stillness Dreaming of the death of the sun Waking to a world of white windiness Painted eyes of the holy ones
singing to you Don't give me your truth Divine woman, blackhearted lady Tenderness turns to a holy mess Sence of chaos, a broken song Find myself in the worse mess
some kind of holy test To stitch the treadmarks off my chest To get up and walk outside my head On a holy search for angeltread Now I've lost my fear
be strong enough To erase the wrong we've done The dark and light will become one What a tragic mess you fools have made of this What a tragic mess
music Born into every single tune They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her hips They used to kiss in the car Dancing days, houses of the holy
sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De With Sounds of Blackness Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh Well, I got the real for ya One time for your holy