And silence is dread 'Cause look what you've done Aligned outside no aim Which follows me Painted over a well cleansed abdomen Tattooed ugly and blue The enemy
Fordítás: Guided By Voices. Az Ellenség.
sea, Make us faithful unto Thee, God defend our Free Land. Guide her in the nations' van, Preaching love and truth to man, Working out Thy Glorious plan, Sent by
turning our backs to the wind Deaf to the inner voices screaming Purpose, profit, act only to gain Blistered tounges from licking greed ward Taste the enemy
I had a vision I was thirteen Saints appeared to me you must help the King Leave your home and follow the sign An Angel's voice will guide you so far
before children Come inside I'll show you A ticket to sugar pie Yeah, I want one A lesson before you die Hey gimme one I want one The Enemy Look me
hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying 2: Magdalena Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by
Though quiet at first - with hardly a sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions:] The first was a planet engulfed by
sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions:] The first was a planet engulfed by the sea No
to me Inside and around me tears got me drinking Without you there is no scope in the morning for me One of these days in the night Old enemies will
be my guide i need you to lead me i am so weak without you i'm tired of fighting i need you to fight for me you will be my guide Jesus your voice is
too extreme? Something deep inside pulled my legs wide open And the whisper turned into a scream Took me by surprise when I heard my cries Because I didn't recognize my voice
There is a voice without a sound I'm sure that killers are all around United fools bewitched by words These weapons take control Unjustifiable vindication
, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire. These four characteristics of my personality would become the guiding
itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire. These four characteristics of my personality would become the guiding
backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming. Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward. Taste the enemy. Throw
There is a voice without a sound I'm sure that killers are all around United foolbewitched by words These weapons take control Unjustifiable vindication
unclean spirits can claim I want the key to the portals that made my insanity I know the halls of fire will guide me An abstract reality The voices
