When we visit at the grave
There's no telling what was you
And the light takes us away
The stormy tension
The ill advise
A bringer not of truth only lies
The necromancer
Is not a dancer
Too long I've been withhold
Crack the shell
Flee the church
Face the pope
But mind his robe
Jesus side (only he died)
With people who forgives
I'm not one of those
I make me own high
Resting
Still abide
Though the law is not inside
With much sensation
I close my eyes
And wander to
Where we may hide
From the church
And from the pope
Well in mind his robe
Jesus hide from all their crimes
And the people he forgets
I'm not one of those
I make me own high
There's no telling what was you
And the light takes us away
The stormy tension
The ill advise
A bringer not of truth only lies
The necromancer
Is not a dancer
Too long I've been withhold
Crack the shell
Flee the church
Face the pope
But mind his robe
Jesus side (only he died)
With people who forgives
I'm not one of those
I make me own high
Resting
Still abide
Though the law is not inside
With much sensation
I close my eyes
And wander to
Where we may hide
From the church
And from the pope
Well in mind his robe
Jesus hide from all their crimes
And the people he forgets
I'm not one of those
I make me own high