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• Artiste: A Sequence Of Ghosts
• Titre: The Bee & Its Swarm
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Our minds grow high with thoughts That are branches over everyone We have to make alters, we have to make alters This city of sin has me convinced I'm jaded to this I have to make an alter, I have to make an alter I have something here Where are my eyes, where are my ears Where are my eyes I am a machine I can't feel anything, I can't feel anything Do I make you weak? Do I make you question everything My hour is coming it's coming I swear Thank God my mistakes are covered by grace I'll plead forgiveness I'll be honest by lying to you I've believed a liar And I've built a wall to block my prayers from heaven When all I wanted Was to feel loved, was to feel loved We will meet you here The places we call home the places we fall short I've lived inside of my head as a critic I've tossed and turned all night I've coincided my thoughts and actions I've tossed and turned all night This is the problem wait for it wait for it This is the problem wait for it wait for it You are the dammed When all of this was meant to be for your glory All of this was meant to be for your glory