For and against I'm dead in between these rescued and quiet To me this is everything We walk like a phantom, Our voices a whisper, Running with angels
I can't seem to find my place, who I am in this room There's so much wrong here But you have made a flame, Lit match inside this place I can't trust
Here in this moment, You're forming me from miray clay Your making me Your raising this up in me where I was made Your stirring this up in me, like
s all that I can do not to tear it all to blue Over so apart Hope is on our side We rise, we stand in red tonight We stand with red on our side We stand
Oh, tear me from the fire The gave has no song Tear me, from this fire With an outstretched arm Heart destroyed by fear, and what I fear befalls me I
in me Behind the shadow of a tear, Tastes like a wooden cross Your life is in your hands, But it will cost you everything The more the words, The less they mean
What to say, What price you paid when melodies break these walls So much to say, What blood to shed My violence shakes, and I turn away What blood to
and death to me I've been brought out of the grave, And you've kept us alive We roll like rain You are burned inside of me We swim in the deepest red
Take me with you I lose myself in winds and whispers I walk for peace, but I run for divorce Could we be desirable? Truth on dying lips In this case
of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red
an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin, red
fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red And if
drops on the treetops It's a pretty amazing scene. Hear the choir, light the fire. Feels like pretty amazing grace if you know what I mean. Oh yeah,
arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red
Ticket!) Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express (Oh shit!) [Cee-Lo] I am the one and only son of a machine gun Intrapable, meaning I can'
