Paroles de Hexagram

Paint the streets in white Death is the standard breach for a complex prize I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud But I wouldn't expect it from anyone not to protect life's indigenous sound Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play Worship, play Worship, worship, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play Worship, worship How the streets they swell While the animals make their way through the crowds If you keep listening you can hear it for miles God I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile Worship, play, play Worship, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, worship, play Worship, play, play Worship, worship, play Worship, play, play Worship, worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play Worship, worship And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God, it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud And the car bomb hits quick, click, click, click, faint smile It's the same sound It's the same, same sound And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God, it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound It's the same sound With the same sound