Текст (слова) песни: Mushroomhead - The New Cult King

In That Dream I Recall
Pieces Of Prisons
Im Escaping
In The Next Big Religion
I Do The Cross Thing
The Cross Thing
Which Ever Way The Wind Blows
Your Mind In Time Im Nine
Our Lives Unwind
We Find The Wine Red Or White
Like The Days Fade Away
A Cloud Of Smoke Blurred Eyes
Youre Always Brighter In The Daytime
You Fight It After Midnight
It Just Seems To Me
Its Such A Joke Every
New Walk Thru Life
Just Inherits Christ
You Should Have To Prove Something First
Something First
Prove Something
Youre A Godfiend
In That Dream I Recall
Pieces Of Prisons
Im Escaping
>From A Black Hole I Crawl, I Crawl
Beneath My Halo Emanating T
The Only Proof You Need
Is That You Know
And Todays Ways Divine
Right Brainwashed Overnight
You Shouldnt Have To Lose
Something First
Something First
Lose Something
Youre A Godfiend
The New Cult King
Yeah Doing The Cross Thing
The Cross Thing
Cant You See
Why Im Still...cant You See
Why Im Still Wondering
If There Is A Dog
Cant You See Wondering
Cant You See Why
Im Still Wondering
Search For Signs
To Light The Path
Show Me The Way
Savior Send
A Glimpse To Glance
And Renew My Faith
Emerald Meets The Oceans
Blue In A Shade Of Grey
The General Knows
Not What To Do
As Tears Run Down Her Face
Nails Through Hands And Feet
On This Cedar Grave
Atone For Sin
Can This Be
Can My Soul Be Saved
All Alone
I Think Too Much
Need To Believe
In Something Real
Dont Need This Crutch
Because It Just Deceives
Cant You See...why Im Still
Search For Love
Or War To Restore Disorder
Challenge Me
Once More To Hold
My Head Above Water
Drowning Quick
Flooding In Soaked
Through My Lungs
Judgment Day
The Verdicts In It
Seems The Jury Is Hung

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