might be the strangest day The moment that you break away It feels like it?s a big mistake Finally waking up to this strangest day Religion, tradition Nothing prepares you for the day
Tulkojums: Jonah33. Savādā diena.
Subliminal images crawl upon my screen Taking what is meant for good And making it obscene I?m growing numb But what is wrong and what is right When
Pleasure over principle is an open throated grave It consumes you with ideas it portrays The latest trends and fashions Completely stripped of passion
It comes in like a flood And shows off just the same Never a warning With no one to blame And not even time can offer a remedy Like a knife through my
Search me, know me Try me and see Every worthless affection hidden in me All I'm asking for is that You'd cleanse me, Lord Create in me a heart that
All of my sincere apologies Have been redirected unto you It seems our halos have become Simply loopholes that we use For re-direction Of our imperfection
you have known Finally hits the wall And it might be the strangest day The moment that you break away It feels like it?s a big mistake Finally waking up to the strangest day
Because I?m playing for keeps this time around I?m in too deep To think about falling down And giving up again I want to live each day just like It was
Last time I saw myself I barely caught a glimpse ?Cause I was running in the wrong direction And I recall as time went by It didn?t matter how hard I
What?s it gonna take for the dead to wake in me? What does it require to understand this fire inside I want to comprehend where you start and where I
