Bride
Die A Little Bit Every Day
The devil has ears but he can't hear Except what you tell him from a heart of fear And now you spit out words just to see Where they splatter upon me Die a little bit / Die a little bit every day Through painful toil of absolution Swimming up from uneasy dreams On a continent adrift from its morals You find yourself a desperate man Jesus based in solidity I'm balanced to conceive When things are revealed to me I move past perplexity Locusts came early from the west To test his resolve Only difference between war and peace Is where we place our bombs
From Letras Mania