Paroles de The Monolith
Here, in the Garden.We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?
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We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?
Paroles powered by LyricFind
- The Carbon Stampede
- Dead Set On Suicide
- A Living, Breathing Piece Of Defecating Meat
- Forced Gender Reassignment
- Gristle Licker
- Projectile Ovulation
- Lifestalker
- Do Not Resuscitate
- Your Disposal
- The Monolith
- Kingdom Of Tyrants
