off the shelve You're trapped now with. Spiritual law. Spiritual law Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross to my head. It may burn but I won't be dead To burn
off the shelve You're trapped now with. Spiritual law. Spiritual law Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross to my head. It may burn but I won't be dead To burn
this love, my brothers and sisters. Feel the season turn, she is the mother of time. Wonders that take you, rivers that give. That's where mother's spiritual lives Talk of a ruby, love, lover's share
. Come on control yourself. Snatch that bottle off the shelve. . You're trapped now with spiritual law. Spiritual law. . Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross
. Come on control yourself. Snatch that bottle off the shelve. . You're trapped now with spiritual law. Spiritual law. . Fiddle with your rosaries. Holy water only makes me bleed. Touch that cross
this love, my brothers and sisters. Feel the season turn, she is the mother of time. Wonders that take you, rivers that give. That's where mother's spiritual lives. Talk of a ruby, love, lover's share
Humanity grew weary of it's doubtful state of mind. So it summoned from far and called from near. All the wise men thought to be sincere. To heal it's wounds and make it whole. And the lead the wa