are slaves of your creations concrete graves it's our lodging rule of stronger it's our laws we prepare own destruction we are drowning inhuman creations
Close your eyes And pray he doesn't hear you, as you sleep tonight The air is icy cold and I can feel your body shake And you know you're not alone
us through You gave a life worth living A life in love with You And now I just love giving All my praises back to You You're the Father of creation
King I'm living for the beauty of Your presence To behold the glory of Your face Holy, worthy, is the Lord Heaven declares Your righteousness Oh God of all creation
You, God Mountains bow, nations tremble At Your feet we cry Holy There is no one like You, God There is no one like You, God Let creation sing of the
All signs of the holiness turns reversed Molested promises of pagan decay Enthroning legions of immortality Tyrant hatred supreme I swear I see the scourge of creation
thorns of the earth creations Splinter the cause of aggravation Lies of mother earth's creation splinter a cause of aggravation The thorns of Earth's creation
The messengers with sharpened heels Flew backwards into whose galloping arms And the impassioned Phoenix Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb Then
re lying Better give it up or you'll die trying It's all going to burn, then we'll see who's crying You are just like me, a simple creation, Government
the sinner and the sacred resolved [chorus:] and all of creation sing with me now lift up your voice and lay your burden down and all of creation sing
When the shadows grow long And gravity begins to let you down Can the space bound fetus pilot around And our way out Because to me every moment matters
I die Don't need no atome bomb 'cause i'm naked Bring it all on, I can take it All your machine guns is just wasted time I've already exploded lovin' him Generations are my creation
You don't know just When to stop and when to go. City streets in the dead of winter Stop your mind with dirty snow. Walk at night and Touch your hand
Share a Little Joke A friend of mine asked me Where has he been Where is he now? I said he's been set free Shares a little joke with the world somehow
Lather was thirty years old today, They took away all of his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, About his friends who had stopped being
Lady, you keep asking why he likes you how come Wonder why he wants more if he just had some Boys, she's got more to play with in the way of toys Ladies
You are the Crown of Creation You are the Crown of Creation and you've got no place to go. Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for in the only
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