The Looking Glass Self Lyrics & Chords By Comerica
Divine to us all
Seeking knowledge of goodness and grief
Don't call for it all
Breathing the air of your sin and regret
Your'e hands are filthy
Woah! And my body is numb
Your'e fading slowly
Fading away from us
You're comin with me
We go by the book
Treading blood from the hook of a failure
The eye of the hawk prevails the strength of awareness
May you be so aware of what lies ahead of you
Home, Home! Your'e comin home
Like a martyr you swear its for Him
Creations comin to make you love Him
So hold your ground, and wear your crown
Like a martyr you swear you love Him
Creations comin to make you love Him
Constant quarelling
Steady your grip to the throne of the Lord
Your tainted hearts made of bloodlust and power
Are only thoughts are the ones that are broad
Patterns of death will portray what becomes of them!
What becomes of them
Take rotten lines, retrace the animal
Hunt em down, let em bleed
