BLAME-Burn My Soul
Get off my soul, faith is raining,
innocence is past, can't breathe anymore.
Contraddictions, built up trough the years,
our souls? Intoxicated!
RIT: Please burn my soul with gaso-line!!!
I'd never said "I could be..."
Worship liars, blowing from your hands,
all the days of your grey appointed life.
Premonitions, drown my mind in pain,
our souls? Are degenerate!!! oh..
RIT: Please burn my soul with gasoline!!!
I'd never said "I could be saint!!!"
I'd never said "I will be god!!!"
Welcome everybody in the place inside,
it's all in my pale head, frosted in my tired soul
It make me surreal!!! But it won't makes me a slave!!!
RIT: Please burn my soul with gasoline!!!
I'd never said "I could be saint!!!"
I'd never said "I will be god!!!"
...pure saint saver...
...pure saint saver...
...by now...
