My Horses Are Many

歌詞

This is what it’s like to be on fire burning through the coals What a way to release this fury and be consumed A false prophet and a terrible liar Trading money for souls Abomination of a broad horizon You sold them for a frail mansion It’s nothing but dust Your recompense and tongue will be fed down your throat Oh you’d topple the pillars of a church to make yourself a god When you speak it’s a dead language When you speak it’s a dead language Forfeit the grace you never Forfeit the grace you never preach The grace you never preach The grace you never preach The grace you never preach Limb for a limb You’ll be torn to shreds Eye for an eye You’ll be torn to shreds Throw it down like you never want to see it again If this is a slippery slope you’re at the bottom of the ditch Take advantage of the children yet you call yourself a man If this is a slippery slope you’re at the bottom of the ditch Headlong Headlong