Sweeter Jesus
Pain is your favor, insurrection?
Only a river, told to be tewes?
Of a musical dream, that lived before sin...
Silent skies
With avidity, comes the rain...
Desperation may, fruit or lies
When saviors play the part, they know pain
Salt in the way
Strangers came, to a living love
Simple demands, drama in the speed, stay
A night in the sour mere, that became us
Worth the lucre
With the common, blindness
We decided is a terror
Where fear owes this, less...
Waiting for the walls
To decide, your fate in more
Than the havoc in our halls
When music has a truth, is it at war?
Look hi and love, make beautiful music, and die the death of an eye? (Waiting for the music to come)
