is hard to find I saw his face Was sweating blood The pain was there A King they tought would fail the test A crown of thorns Tears blend with blood A silent lamb
find I saw his face Was sweating blood The pain was there A King they tought would fail the test A crown of thorns Tears blend with blood A silent lamb
I saw his face Was sweating blood The pain was there A King they tought would fail the test A crown of thorns Tears blend with blood A silent lamb tormented
[POS:] (Mary had a little lamb) That's a fib, she had two twins though And one crib Now she's only fourteen, what a start But this effect is ground common
black The oldest story known to man The willing sacrificial lamb Behind the light a shadow falls The code of silence shakes the walls A whisper to a silent
The heavens were silent The earth weeped in pain Nations were trembling and hope never came A Terror filled the air And it wouldn't go away We needed
watch of wondering love Oh, morning stars together Proclaim the Holy birth And praises sing To God the King And peace to men on Earth How silently, how silently
We're passengers aboard the train Silent little lambs amidst the pain That's no longer good enough And when it's time to speak our faith We use a language
into the auditorium): CHIEF Are the doors secure? (Exit doors are slammed all over the building, The FIREMEN answering one by one: "Secure."' The orchestra falls silent
leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets
Jack be nimble Jack be quick Jump on over your candlestick Mary's little lamb came way too soon I wonder why you feel this way Brain in a haze of disarray
hollow claim He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today "Judge not lest ye be judged" What a beautiful refrain The studio audience disagrees Have his lambs
much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin
Buried beneath the centuries, memories of horrific prophecies, the word of god forced upon the weak Acceptance, blinded they will be Silent, the flesh