Текст песни
as the shivering children pray
the chill and we
And the shells they re kept in, having just been mugged feeling
i find time to pine
Cry for dawn, i m the matador of the children s ward
i brought this for you
Where is our god now, blessed are the sick
This is what it s like to feel alone, it s typically sunday
Clear liquids, predestination, clear liquids
this is what it s like to feel alone
And he d constructed us all in el segundo, blessed are the sick Glassjaw, i ve got this for you
does he watch over all in el segundo
Does he watch over all in el segundo, i m the head fan To, blessed are the sick
He don t lie when he say, blessed are the sick, clear liquids
i brought this for you
blessed are the sick
This is what it s like to feel alone, clear liquids
That burning feeling, this is what it s like to feel alone
Cry for dawn, and the shells they re kept in
Beggars wed choosers, having just been mugged feeling
That burning feeling, it s typically sunday
Blessed are the sick in me, are martyrs that crumble on time
i find time to pine
that burning feeling
And he d constructed us all in el segundo, this is what it s like to feel alone, does he watch over all in el segundo
All wasted away, that burning feeling, i m the head fan
Blessed are the sick in me, beggars wed choosers Know, where is our god now
Clear liquids, when pining away my time Wanted, and he d constructed us all in el segundo
does he watch over all in el segundo
Cry for dawn, he don t lie when he say, this is what it s like to feel alone
having just been mugged feeling