Texty:
Wait In Vain A Blind Eye

s listening, just turned a blind eye. Praying, hoping, enduring, waiting, its part of the grand plan, you'll be tossed a bone and things will work out, scraping, starving, crawling, waiting

People keep asking and wondering why There's always a tear in your eye You've lived a hard life one I'd rather not lead I ought to be glad it's not me

world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked

their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting

I?m so thankful for your good book Jehovah Jira, my great provider When we seek you we know we?ll find ya Give us a new day, a holy desire Soul survivor