MY HOLY PRISON

Words by B .Lehrbach

Music by B. Lehrbach

Ó  2005 by FORCE MAJEURE

Rised out of neatness,  you bed yourself in cold

Out of your weakness,  I was born to be a lord

You pay attention,  I should believe in love

In your intention,  you’re pushing me in gloves

I can smell your fears

I can see your tears

And I can reach your brains

I want to have your bloody veins

I don’t know the difference,  between black and white

In your ignorance,  you gave me to will the fight

I’m on my rush of blood,  I have to quench my thirst

Be on your guard,  ‘cause you are the first

I can smell your fears

I can see your tears

And I can reach your brains

I want to have your bloody veins

My holy prison        

Cannot see you from the rising sun

I’m on my way home

This holy prison

Contains the killing son

You split your mind to cut your face        

I can smell your fears

I can see your tears

And I can reach your brains

I want to have your bloody veins

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