Texty:
From Ashes Rise And We Re Still Waiting

king, a million false prophecies, and millions waiting for the king. Two thousand years waiting for the king, and nothing... nothing... Two thousand years sitting idly by, and

eyes and will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) you're still living in a life that isn

made for thrashers and gay bashers We slay fascists, while I parlay puffin' LaVey's ashes You're enslaved to Mephisto's imprisonment Piss on Monroe's grave and

be running your body and sifting the ashes The one that I sex Can't even learn her Pilates and other advances Running up in 'em and then they be dashing

my eyes and will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) you're still living in a life that isn

and the bat ?cause we're all about to have a funeral, and that's that. We'll do it after breakfast. We'll do it up proper. We'll drop all his ashes out

my eyes and will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) you're still living in a life that isn

eyes And will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) You're still living in a life That isn