Texty:
Akissforjersey Victims

Enter Ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: because

Are you living free? That the creation itself, will be liberated, From it's bondage To decay to glorious children. Nothing's the same as when we were

These nights are longer but we press on through the flood The sea is calling but to go nobody should Nobody should, nobody should But have we all, Forgotten

From the top of my tree I thought I could see you From each brance as I Worked my way around Leaving darling I'm here Carved in each I passed Hoping

I found a way out, but I'll be heading through your mercy These days are relentless in devouring the less compelled. An inconsistency in what we proclaim

Faith in a shell of indecency, hollow out a hole and drag your legs through I hear the singing of an insufficient worldly choir waiting to sink their