Head Control System - No. Seven | Текст песни

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• Head Control System
• No. Seven

I give you my heart
To hold in your folded hands, where it burns

Cold (Frail), cold and frail (Breaks)
It breaks
Frail, in ruins
It’s cold it breaks to ruin
It's cold it breaks in two

Dying down, crying for, dying for an end to the world
For I to hide from the times of the war
Missing all the silence of the lambs of Zion

Graze on grace
Saved by faith
They do not care but lust for justice from God

It’s cold it breaks in ruins

Graze on grace saved by faith
They do not care but lust for justice from God
In her prayers

I try to love but it does not work. The blood
Runs into the soils to give and take
Regardless of what I say and do
To you the beautiful light to my dark reason

And the season is spring and birds sing
Our
Requiem
For a dream

For a dream of paradise lost
Again and again and again

Graze on grace saved by faith
Graze on grace saved by faith
Graze on grace saved by faith
They do not care
Saved by faith
They do not care