Tarot "From The Shadows" |
Prayer ain't no key Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind Never meant to make you free Prayer, insanity You compete for the never complete And it just won't make you see Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations More down there where they came from drunken revelations From the shadows of time the dead are singing their lies Their dirt is in your eyes no one who believes dies From the shadows of stones laughter of their rattling bones Their dirt will cover your eyes no one who believes dies Prayer, masked devilry Under the yoke of a cosmic joke And you just can't let it be Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations. More down there where they came from, drunken revelations From the shadows of time the dead are singing their lies Their dirt is in your eyes no one who believes dies From the shadows of stones laughter of their rattling bones Their dirt will cover your eyes no one who believes dies Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |