Paroles de Mass For The End Of Time

Bliss a moments peace on earth a breathing space rebirth oxymoronic sympathy a place where i can never be bliss all beauty coming down from where beauty is never found you saw yourself as a machine you lost yourself inside a dream bliss a noose around my throat a partner that i loath i saw myself as pure divine but thats a mortal sin, a crime Jesus was a carpenter by trade judge a man by what his hands made Hitler was painting as a job judge a man by what he's thinking of Satan was an angel first judge a devil by his curse father your sons and daughters crawl your faces turned towards the stars mother your child is just a shard your mirror makes your features hard