Seventh Angel - I of the Needle | Текст песни

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• Seventh Angel
• I of the Needle

Huddled in a corner, unseen by a world so fast
There lies a trampled figure, with eyes of smokey glass
Searching for a future, distorted by the past
Shattered in an instant by a shot too good to last

Chorus:
Pushing, pulling, pressures crushing
Running harder to get away
Time nears reaping death’s doors greeting
Slipping further to dismay

Delirium rules an innocent life, a diet of tears and dope
The strangling grip of a punctured fain, a life of faded hope
Looking to the needle now, looking to the rope
The light flickers weakening, unable now to cope

(Chorus)

Oh lord, I am a burnt up offering
High on desolation
My God too long have I been shadowed by my fears
Your love is way beyond all
Human comprehension
I pray that you’ll kill the pain
And wipe away the tears

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