Paroles: Somato Sensory. Life On Autopilot. Gardens Of Guilt.
Let's eat the apple from the tree
Nothing will ever taste as sweet
The reflection in the water will reveal our vanity
We spill our thrills
From our veins 'til it makes them ill
We'll bask in the gardens
There's no room for there "decency"
God has a plan but mans got the pen in his hand
Who plants the seed? Don't ask me cause I don't know
You can plead while we've got both feet in the sand
Kids can kill but it's wrong to say oh my god
Has got a lot of explaining to do
To those who seek the truth
And maybe I do too
We sew the wounds up when they bleed
We lack a rhythm, a heart beat
The reflections in my eyes they will reveal the lust in me
We spill our thrills
From our veins 'til it makes them ill
Forget romance give me heart attacks
The sky won't be revealed until this storm relaxes
God has a plan but mans got the pen in his hand
Who plants the seed? Don't ask me cause I don't know
You can plead while we've got both feet in the sand
Kids can kill but it's wrong to say oh my god
Has got a lot of explaining to do
To those who seek the truth
And maybe I do too
Watch the world and watch it burn
There's too much room in heaven
And I don't think there's room for me
God has a plan but mans got the pen in his hand
Who plants the seed? Don't ask me cause I don't know
So where's the explanation now?
God has got a lot of explaining to do
To those who seek the truth
And maybe I do too
(Thanks to Jill for these lyrics)
Life On Autopilot
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