[sample from some other tune] "... wrench, adapt to '98 Signal flow forwardmost, we almost dislocate We attach the dispatch back to catch the..." [Verse
truthful With a hungry choir of woods An agreement immemorial to be born Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest Accompany all charming tunes of a sacrament
I'm tired of searching for myself Like a sacred song Like the dream you know One day will come to life all by itself Like a sacred song Decades gone
: Guilty martyr upon the cross disciples killing for the written cause confusion chaos the sinless birth new day dawning on a grave new world Open wounds