Lyrics:
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
the same as how
You were raised
By the scorn and scars you fight
To be free
So just call out for my name
And I'll call out
Sweet child there's more to love
But to scoff and scorn
The builders rejected stones
Where is Your Love?
Where is Your Love?
Is there a use for Your hands and heart?
You plot and ploy
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow - willow
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing all a green willow –
scorn in your eyes
Been out all night, gonna tell you no lies
Stopped in one place, heard them singin' a song
Heard them singin' a song
Like a lonely
The wisdom of generations suffers, suffocating by obtuseness
When iniquity holds justice in scorn and good will has no power to defeat the evil in man
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
medical scorn
I rave as I dismember my bloodstained axe strikes
Enslavement to sickness ... my loathe boils deep inside
Mesmerized by the stench of rot
deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
To which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh,
The creature steps upon the fear and scorn
Of the souls marked by blood and denial
With a treat of destiny, yes, treat of destiny
Sent from the flames in
met his maker
And he’s measured by the undertaker
Scorn a woman if you forsake her
If you forsake her
Oh today he met his maker
And he’s measured by
to break
people keep fighting back
movement united by hate
together break down the walls
terrorists blood marks their way
panic hits the nation
Reign of scorn
My body is a cage
I can't escape
My heart is full of hate
Engulfing you by flames
Master of deception
In for the kill
There's
and flame
Deafened by the howling dread
Unbound from what is sane
I am precedent
I am scorn
I am rage
I am agony
I am guilt
I am shame
I am precedent
I am
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh,
Pulling the trigger
a shot would fire then he'd wake
To red lips above him smeared
with scorn and stale restraint
She covered him with pity
like
Not to make
More mistakes
Caused by the nervousness
Of too many silences
Big Lagoons
I'm swimming
Insecure
By the depth of the water
Now I know
You
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
Whipped in the eye by the sand
Malicious have light of day obscured
The sun has burned my skin
Open wounds are licked by sand
To be punished by
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
THE ANGELS AND DEVILS BORN
FROM FIRE AND EARTH LUST AND SCORN
WILL SEARCH THE EARTH ENDLESSLY
FOR LOVE AND TRUTH AND SANITY
Chorus:
AND WHO WOULD BE A MODERN
the devil's truth
Empty shells of flesh
The mass produced
Moth to the flame
Seeks the neon light
Self-made plague
Of a weak born
By their hands
A world scorn
the lyre, your Rome burns
Chaos prophet, scorn enthroned
Ghosts of past reinvigorate
Fueled by ignorance and hate
Strategist forlorn
Shelter in exile
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