Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

Hail Mary of grace
art thou among women
And is the fruit of thy womb Jesus
Holy
of God
Pray for us
Now and at the hour of our

Notti protette di
Soli ostruito verso I'esterno la vergine purezza
Con
my bambini gather
Aristocrat's
burnt pile on the matchbooks of graffiti' chapters
Sirius behind the clouds
Astrologic execrated factors buried deep the brain tissues

Rubricate the loose with my insides
Blind fold the raptured
The moons have now eclipsed the
The
Christian corpses nailed to crosses
Sinicate the high life initial movements of a wicked
We've reached the of promise
Limbs through bar deviate with knowledge
Implicate the Revolutions
times feed the poison to the people no discouragement
Intricable lies not only we encourage
But what the fuck tomorrow bring?
Luck and I stand back
Hoping I it through tomorrow

Close your
The world is coming the world is falling down
your eyes
Feel your drop as your dreams hit the floor
your eyes
Watch the final day hit the final phase
your eyes
Pray and look away hope there's something more

I'm watching burning down
out with black clouds
Priests ready to
Mothers locking in heaven with prayers
Thrown like stones through windows
Angels know who's going with
Children wrapping tight around stuffed friends
Revolutions from revelations time and again
Nights bring silence among fearful
As worlds from shattered temples
Hold out a hand to the helping man
Saints down the barrels of an angel's chrome devil
If I wake up will still be the world that I see
eyes closed and arms out
I'm if heaven
Really isn't just another

[Sample: Spacey][Bridge]
The trick
The devil pulled
Was convincing the
He didn't

Spiritually celestial like crack out the crystal method
brainwaves to maintain the simple lessons
Signaled message, issued weapons, civil
Little questions, Scripture severance, vexing
Ketamine in the count your confessions
Chemical substance sustenance
Re-illustrate the
a tight grip
The world hope in none of it
the stubbornness to the surrcosage
Literature in dosage
Blind in hindsight a dying side to a clear focus
Lord just guide me your offspring
I'm toking and floating the Tylenol peace like Gandhi
Intellectual celestial probably
Heemyer banging through the CO and a wrecking ball monopoly
idealistic powdered anesthetics
Pack a punch every snuff
Put the down price has rising
Shoot the line up the limit
Cut crush the glass and the sickness
Now, we living in this up place
These up days
time die in a fucked up state
Put my hands together and life grows harder
Father hold me the light grows cold the grow darker
pulled from the throat of Terri Schiavo
Blood streams from the of a new born child
Blisters on my pain sketched so deep
men cant perceive things that the dying man thinks