call of god like a child obeying Preaching the very same power they killed martin for saying But you can't break the hold and not holding your breath Thought if I died for
, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your
anchor is up, your ship has been sailed Close your eyes to fight the demons deep within your mind satisfy your worst intentions I'm your sacrifice Dressing yourself up to kill you do this for
anchor's up, your ship has been sailed. Close your eyes to fight the demons deep within your mind. Satisfy your worst intentions. I'm your sacrifice. Dressing yourself up to kill; You do this for
falling in love is before you even know it. Falling down, Falling down, so hold your breath, Prepare for the worst, cut your losses. In the perfect word
For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
of god like a child obeying Preaching the very same power they killed martin for saying But you can't break the hold and not holding your breath Thought if I died for
these arms they hold down amongst the words that made in these fields. From pressure to pain I wish to stay away In the measure I test with your love for
: hold in your last breath and stare assure me your metronome left arm stick shift is stuck on the right words in your ear could you hear me loud and
soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your
gift of life Treasure it, for it is pure Embrace it with all your heart Not a thousand years of pain Would be worth the loss of this I hold for you