Lyrics:
don't have a clue - but - what's up
With all of these times when you never stood by me
You never been with me, you never said once at all that you'd miss
Darkness scorns the fallen light
The troubled son greets love with spite
And these well-worn tragedies
Are the sombre ways of beauty's decree
When
Hearts hunger for something more
Frightened by ghosts of our own creation
When we suffocate the aspirations that we scorn
The monster hunting me down
Will
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn'
Of which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings
The candle burns, the end nears
As thirst for life disappears
Sardonic anthem, harmony of scorn
The crucifixion, the cord of death's torn
Salvation unseen by
that we knew
Obsession take my life, as the years they pass me by
I grow tired as day breaks into night
The more i perfect, the more blood I shed
Because
pray that there's somebody there
I pick up the papers and read the opinions
Of high-flying critics who scorn at the millions
Of ordinary people who
to the world
For taking life for granted and I know
You are by my side when
I turn to hear you cry
I am so afraid of living in oblivion
I am so afraid
Watch them as they're praying
Pray the sun away
Burn the emerald towers
The cowards and thorns
I stand by my conviction
I leave this earth scorn
My scorn forces submission to fate
Domestic or savage feel my hate
Crowned bovine
Shackled swine
Equal in ash, mortal trash
I am your Messiah, I
Here I stand, a figure by the road
My wife has left me and the car is long sold
Bygone the days when I was loved throughout the land,
Bestselling
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our
un-drained... Your noxious cadaver we investigate... A novel of grotesque narrations... Every sick detail documented... By scalpel and blade I am fascinated...
I bring forth unceasing scorn
For I am the living one, who holds the key to Death and Hades
Pestilence belongs to he who sits on the seat
from me
And disappeared in darkness
Humiliating me by its scorn
Did it want to test my strength,
My will for choosing this side of the mirror
of mankind
Pain and hate leads directly to scorn
Which is followed by death
Human evisceration
Oh Lord, please bury me with my opened eyes
Leave
I'm the first one to die,
parting with these filthy attires now
I can see the dazzling dark
defying the scorn of the rulers
to no longer sleep in
everywhere
We can stop, we can stop searching
Drowned in fears, smote by life
We gave birth, but can't survive
Countless years trapped in scorn
We've
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
to deal with you...
Another flight, other deceptions
Other flights, resignation
(now) all that's life
Are crumbs of hope
Blown away by your icy scorn
(by Bob Marley)
Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.
I'n'I build
blessed Babe was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
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