Debeli Precjednik Burdened
You can't wash blood of off your hands
No prayer can do that
You can't redeem for all of your sins
What's done is done my friend
I change
You change
New day rising
You can't sell prayers and rules to hungry, ill and poor.
You call it God's love but you can't fool me,
I'm no fool
I change
You change
New day rising.
Living on prayers for sick children and the sons in the
army
They search for hope but you give them nothing instead
Breastfeed the criminals and shelter all the murders. I
could have sworn I heard the bells rining for the dead.
You never meant well so stop searching for the enemy.
Hasn't the past taught you anything. Blood is still red!
I throw the Bible in your face, searching for the better
sense. I'll never trust you. I'll never trust you my
friend.
Blood is still red, and you are the one who is
burdened...
