Dusting off your savior You were always my favorite Always my man ?a all in a hand To celebrate you is greater Now that I can ?a always my man Now you
You've got a hunger in your heart You've got a thirst within your soul I'm gonna say "Don't wait for another day, get to be redeemed" If your days are
So hard to believe what you're looking for You cry again To save yourself But you could Never understand their pain It's all a game You play yourself
Fields are white in snowy spring and I can't remember The last time that I've seen her The highway is still cold and wet and I can't forget The way I
All these years I've spent fighting the fight winning my war, showing my might It was clear to me all the time... - There's no battle like that of life
Where are the signs? Which way should I go? I planned each step but now I don?t know Tomorrow is a chasm of uncertainty But, I will go there, if You?ll
Burned in the image of my everlasting torment (scarred flesh) Murderer staked my heart I'm better off dead than believing That you could keep Or want
forget every word you spoke. regret this life to choke. purity just a blinded coward. seventeen the number you chose me. seventeen curses now will be
Before my eyes a dark blue sky. The mortal ones they drown in lies. Hate in a new shape. Within the flames a new breed walkes. Fetus of hate. Possession
Salvation, spring up from the ground Lord, rend the heavens and come down Seek the lost and heal the lame Jesus, bring glory to Your name Let all the
(Lisa Marie Presley/Billy Corgan) Savior, savior Save me once again Savior, savior Save me from myself You disappear to walk alone I fear If only
Isn't it strange, how I can hear you now They never hear your screams no matter how loud they are But all your sins are gone and all your pain is over
All is dark and all seemed lost When our lord wore the sinners cross They nailed his hands that had hurt no man A mighty roar came over this land And
The hunger inside, given to me Makes me what I am Always it is calling me For the blood of man They say, I cannot be this I am jaded, hiding from the
Up Calvary's mountain one dreadful morn Walked Christ my Savior, weary and worn Facing for sinners, death on the cross That He might save them from endless
All my days I will sing the song of gladness Give my praise to the fountain of delights For in my helplessness, You hear my cry And waves of mercy poured