will keep your heart from breaking And that's what I'd like to offer to this young man Some words of wisdom from a great old hymn They call me Whispering
, faking blame. Breakday (The breaks failed - we all broke down together) Drains were painted scarlet. Scars were opened wide. Kids saluted in the basements, whistled hymns
heard the sounds of sorrow and delight The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair the best beloved night peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer
it all for yourself Hey honey, could there ever be, Should there ever be, Could there ever be something else? I used to say my prayers boys, I used to sing the hymns
everythings gone nothing today was agreed upon you had no choice as you watched the curtains be drawn Hands in the air prayers and hymns everyone's
your soul There?s no place for mercy in the myths of your Lord Little lamb of sacrifice, full of Bible hymns Hiding in the house of God from his suffering Pray
a song for you. [Verse Three] Syke! Aaahhh, the rawness is back. Tell your boys the Lord uses the rawest of raps. The hardcorest of tracks cause hardcoreness attracts. Some hymns
in the dark the world and men are hurting me! the world and men are hurting me! in my dream before the helpless sight the great hymn... in my dreams,
I've seen the outline of a scheme A vision of tranquility the world in my profound embrace I've seen conclusions at the end A mellow hymn of promises
storms of degradation blasting the world of God Hymn of the damned echoing throughtout the devastation embebed on sick blood ripped miserable beings praying
swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with knives and kites And gauges and valves and make them weep long hymns
Eternally sounds the mighty waves A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn grave The passing sigh for the bones that moulder Over the Nordic Black Sea, where
sound Now the battle hymns are playing Report of shots not far away No prayer, no promise, no hand of God Could save theirs souls that April day Now the battle hymns
back To our lifestyles of worthless sin Hear our prayers We pour our hearts to You Oh, Lord As we cry victory March along in valor And shout this battle hymn
s a light in your eyes And it tells me that God is on our side The waning moon, your sweet perfume Incense for the holy ones Secret hymns pour from your
the first hymn And I filled a river red with blood Drenched my whole world in sin Left my city in dust The few believers wanted to be picked Praying
It's no good praying to the powers that be 'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree No good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for the
. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are Christmas tree lights. The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, It's