Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

Hail Mary of grace
Blessed art thou among
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Holy
of God
Pray for us
Now and at the of our death

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

Rubricate the loose with my insides
Blind the raptured eyes
The moons have now eclipsed the
The
corpses nailed to religious crosses
Sinicate the high life initial of a wicked offset
We've reached the of promise
Limbs through every bar deviate with
Implicate the start
times feed the poison to the people no discouragement
Intricable lies not only we them
But what the will tomorrow bring?
Luck and I stand back
Hoping I make it through

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

I'm watching buildings down
Falling out with clouds
Priests ready to
Mothers locking in heaven with prayers
Thrown like through church windows
Angels know who's going with
Children wrapping tight around stuffed comforting
Revolutions revelations brew time and again
Nights bring silence fearful disciples
As worlds fall from temples
out a helping hand to the helping man
Saints stare the barrels of an angel's chrome devil
If I wake up will still be the world that I see
With closed and arms out
I'm wondering if
Really isn't just cloud

Kevin Spacey][Bridge]
The greatest
The devil pulled
Was convincing the
He didn't

Spiritually celestial like crack out the crystal method
Iodine brainwaves to the simple lessons
Signaled message, issued weapons, vengeance
questions, Scripture severance, scribbled vexing
Ketamine in the dark your confessions
Chemical substance sustenance
Re-illustrate the
Sustain a grip
The world hope in none of it
the stubbornness to the surrcosage
Literature in dosage
sight in hindsight a dying side to a clear focus
Lord just me your loneliest offspring
I'm and floating the Tylenol bring peace like Gandhi
Intellectual hardly probably
Heemyer banging the CO dozer and a wrecking ball monopoly
Satanic idealistic powdered
Pack a punch with every
Put the pipe down has rising
Shoot the line up skies the
Cut crush the glass and supply the
Now, we living in this fucked up
These up days
Watching time die in a fucked up
Put my hands and pray life grows harder
Father hold me the light grows cold the grow darker
Tube pulled from the of Terri Schiavo
Blood streams the face of a new born child
Blisters on my palms sketched so deep
Living men cant things that the dying man thinks