Testo di Timshel

Your supplications could supply cash enough To suck up even to the worst luck So if I'm longing for all the wrong things I shouldn't long linger on such Good hearted christians Whip out their weapons Push them against some sinner’s side Well wishing witches Were something with which to burn your sins and sticks alike You're conspicuous So I pick you up Gonna push you against these teeth So if you want me Get out and grapple The flavor of the eater is sweeter to the apple I was hoping we would open Nothing of this sort Without warning we would join in And how the blood would pour Though you're abel still unstable I would be your cain Oh, no one takes your time No one but I