Classic Tribe
Strong You
royal bluestrong youfight the wayto the deepmonikerrose bloomsmy truthvenerateall the greatconfidantsYou find your dove then hold it closeshut up shut upkeep it to yourself spitting holy ghost justshut up shut upnihilist father and son in the troupe justshut up shut upits silent; you'd hear it if you just stoppedBring rain or sunbring harsh or notThe vagueness of it all will slip awayWe join our handsrejoice and cleanseproprietary souls which slip awayAnd we finally are cleanand we finally are listening
From Letras Mania