Lyrics:
There will be no reproach. There will be no reproach. There will be no redemption
For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life
Only justice from
is over, this is over
all your stories
your laughs and lies
the silent reproach
your purple dark eyes
all your stories
your laughs and lies
trash
i'm fucking ugly
i'm a freak
my brain feels like glue
i'm sick
but am a pill
from this
reproach
disgrace
i provoked mistake
which changed
on
Everlasting ill reproach, is it just a state of mind?
What sort of thing carries you across the sun?
I will call heaven, ever cross the field
In a light it's
Left man a fear of and anger despising the beauty of losing the derning context self
Reproach and chaos no longer walking towards clarity yet not
of the judgment of God
It takes the shape of a crumbling economy, of splintered family structures
Of international reproach
Perhaps the most ominous is
you're helping to make of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but a temple
And out of the words of my everyday not a reproach but a song
I love you
cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some
it some day for a crown
To the old rugged Cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me someday to my home far
it some day for a crown
To the old rugged Cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me someday to my home far
to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true
It's shame, it's reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised
you're helping to make of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but a temple
And out of the words of my everyday not a reproach but a song
I love you
and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
'Til my
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised
it some day for a crown
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
And they'll call me some day to my home
rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
It's shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me
it some day for a crown
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
And they'll call me some day to my home
to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then
cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some
(Rugged cross)
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me
to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then
