He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see. He tries to tell me what I put inside of me. He's got the answers to ease my curiosity. He dreamed a god up and called it Christianity.
He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see. He tries to tell me what I put inside of me. He's got the answers to ease my curiosity. He dreamed a god up and called it Christianity.
Yeah she's got a criminal mind, He's got a reason to pray, His life is under the gun, He's got to hold every day. Now he just wants to wake up, Yeah, just to prove it's a dream Cause she's an angel for sure But that remains to be seen. Because heaven sends and heaven takes. Crashing cars in his brain, Keep him tied up to a dream, And only she can set him free.
Если мне хватит дыхания и слов рассказать о Любви...если мне хватит Сердца, чтобы рассказать вечность её глаз... Всё начинается с Любви...я не верю в животные инстинкты и не понимаю людей, которые могут касаться не любя друг друга... В этом, кто бы и что бы мне не говорил, есть «30 сребреников» для Души, есть малодушие, есть смерть души...и в каждом стихотворении, я пытаюсь рассказать о этой живой и мертвой воде...молясь только Живой, для тех, кто прочтёт...