Lyrics:
Parable

I've woken again in an ocean of salt Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror They haunt my evenings Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy

My mate Roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen. He was so shit = scared he told me, and when he said that her dad was a cop I thought he was

I've woken again in an ocean of salt, Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror. They haunt my evenings. Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy

Certify! Shining stars! Although the galley's above and the water's beneath still the water reigns Can you see the dance Can you hear the sweet music

Translation: Forgive Durden. Parable Of The Sower.

Translation: Matthew Good Band. Parable.

(W. Owen) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the

A thousand words that I want to say, Dance upon my lips but never seem to take a shape. And as they choke for air and a place to go, Everyone in front

(W. Owen) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the