First light, see your face In a tortured place Of seasoned days For your right to again Out of reason born these things That I´m pulled back into outer space Many fallen ways Another bad day
If you found the sacred cup Then the clouds above you break An unspoken air of shame When your blood becomes a stain
Then the bite from the snake By it´s actual grace Of poisoned ways Live to fight again Then the treason gets it´s wings And it turns into a disaster state Many fallen ways Another bad day
If you found the sacred cup Then the clouds above you break An unspoken air of shame When your blood becomes a stain
This account has gotta take it A god that brave is gonna take this
If you found the sacred cup Then the clouds above you break An unspoken air of shame When your blood becomes a stain |
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