Say hello to your leaders.
There's nothing competing with them.
They are tongue twist and cheaters.
In that form they go on. -?-
The romantic monastic
Laid his hands upon my cheek again
You dont ask who the man is
Of all the pretty ones,
Of all the chosen ones.
We had a ball.
We had them all.
The young and small
They dont find the god beneath my wings
I hide them all from sinful things
Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws
Nothing seems to be so far away.
Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws
Nothing seems to be so far away.