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My Horses Are Many Lyrics - Artist : Phinehas
This is what it's like to be on fire
Burning through the coals What a way to release this fury And be consumed A false prophet and a terrible liar Trading money for souls Abomination of a broad horizon You sold them for a frail mansion It's nothing but dust Your recompense and tongue Will be fed down your throat Oh you’d topple the pillars of a church To make yourself a god When you speak, it’s a dead language When you speak, it’s a dead language Forfeit (the grace you never...) preach Forfeit The grace you never preach The grace you never preach The grace you never preach The grace you never preach Limb for limb You’ll be torn to shreds Eye for an eye You'll be torn to shreds Throw it down like you never want to see it again Come on! If this is a slippery slope You’re at the bottom of the ditch Take advantage of the children Yet you call yourself a man If this is a slippery slope You’re at the bottom of the ditch Headlong Headlong Come on! |
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