Let the fucking angels scream
Oh
Come now and pray for me
Father I’m sorry for my faith started to fray
I was smothered by the devil and your light faded away
Demons never found a place in my room to stay
After a while the worst ones were trapped inside my brain
What, oh what have have we been waiting for?
Tell me that there's something more
Or are we wasting away?
Oh why, oh why are we still searching for
Meaning in these hopеless wars?
You'd think by now our ghosts would burn away
Fuck
Demons hold crosses but thеy teach that they hold flames
Flip all of what's right to wrong and embed it in your brain
What, oh what have have we been waiting for?
Tell me that there's something more
Or are we wasting away?
Oh why, oh why are we still searching for
Meaning in these hopeless wars?
You'd think by now our ghosts would burn away
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
We are the cogs that grind to keep on all their machines
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
Who hide behind their gods and pull all of our strings
They pull all of our strings
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
We are the cogs that grind to keep on all their machines (they pull all of our strings)
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
Who hide behind their gods and pull all of our strings
Oh
Come now and pray for me
Father I’m sorry for my faith started to fray
I was smothered by the devil and your light faded away
Demons never found a place in my room to stay
After a while the worst ones were trapped inside my brain
What, oh what have have we been waiting for?
Tell me that there's something more
Or are we wasting away?
Oh why, oh why are we still searching for
Meaning in these hopеless wars?
You'd think by now our ghosts would burn away
Fuck
Demons hold crosses but thеy teach that they hold flames
Flip all of what's right to wrong and embed it in your brain
What, oh what have have we been waiting for?
Tell me that there's something more
Or are we wasting away?
Oh why, oh why are we still searching for
Meaning in these hopeless wars?
You'd think by now our ghosts would burn away
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
We are the cogs that grind to keep on all their machines
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
Who hide behind their gods and pull all of our strings
They pull all of our strings
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
We are the cogs that grind to keep on all their machines (they pull all of our strings)
The rules to this world are made by men like you and me
Who hide behind their gods and pull all of our strings
( Classic Jack )
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