Texty:
Ready Set Fall The Temple Is Me

pain will seal us forever It's me versus me, you're too hard to defeat This pain will seal us forever Growing empty in her fall I hope Growl to say Your

me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act

in bond The pride is strong The loose mouth antiseptic prolongs Lead in stride Culture of fury Festivals of thought Persuading, Mass is strong As strong

is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for

Into the eyes of God on highest, witnessing the two Worlds collide, The blood is rising in the temple, naked and alive. The stage is set through all

whole kingdom. Love for you is responsibility, eating, for me, is distracting Art is a blanket that covers you for warmth or ignorance You shift with plane rides Where you live is

lean back and set the roll And if so, your money from this music should I throw Your rap-shit is platinum, but that other shit is gold When I see my money