Lyrics:
a saint but my ways are not gracious
You say that your crews on greatness
Let's go to war show madam your braveness
Best wear a mask where your face is
G's
We relate, but you don't feel my pain
Cause we ain't too different
But it don't make us the same
I'm no saint
I'm too stained to taint
So play
saved by the sight of a blind man
I was saved by the prayers of the Saints
I was saved by trusting in you God
To do the things I can't
Like, One Cross,
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
Sault Saint Marie
I can speak my mother tongue
Passing laws, just because
And singing songs of the English unsung
Well, how could you do it?
Well,
Sault Saint Marie
I can speak my mother tongue
Passing laws, just because
And singing songs of the English unsung
Well, how could you do it?
Well,
Sacred safe.
Are your keys encaged.
Chase those saints away.
Sacred safe.
Are your hearts engaged.
Keep those saints away.
Born of a sufferer
What has this world become
Cast out by the benevolent, the pure
You will regret creating us
A collective
The broken
We are coming for you
All of you
survival is a sin I'm the last great saint
I've been informed they're in uniform
Hunting by the hundreds
Evil's coming in it's truest form
Running up
I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints. Been
myself fall apart at the seams
I cannot walk if I'm destined to fall
Through trials by design of cruelty and hate
You are so frail
You hide behind your
friends
If you know the definition of ghetto, you'll take no offense
Me myself am one of them
Slum dog from the trailer parks
Ghetto by defnition
Shalom my
really strike
Fulfilling my life, you are awesome
And if all the clouds gently drift away
And the moon rises by the end of day
It means that I always
blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
songs are sung
Cursed and blessed is a sinners’s death
While saints go marching on
Listen close to the dying breath that’s
Miss
Mississippi’s ghost
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
are not the same
You wanna ride by the seine
But I'm high all the time
And I'm far from a saint, yeah
High all the time and I'm far from a saint
To the void that just can't wait to take him back,
Look out at the mess that you've surrendered to,
cnd wave your goodbyes to the vestibule,
You've walked all
the table
He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me
See the pigeons
are the saints, and
Angels of this place
They achieved their mission
Although they may not agree
For the world is still a work in progress
Virtue is so
a difference between sinner and saint
When sinner helps in the ministry saint secretly rapes
Holier than thou high horses are up in arms
They lecture
and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!
A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting
to ci biada
Polej mi błagam
Mood jak z biblioteki no to mówię im n a u r a
Saint tropez paraiso
Teraz będę sączył tam aperol
Moi ludzie biorą artefakty
Taking it to another level
Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
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