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the idea of confession is said to be The union of christ and his bride The christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church...and the church All the great mystic religions Put strong emphasis,

re gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Need to hear the preacher Give m

is my church This is where I heal my hurts It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church This is my church This is my church This

many years ago on a distant shore Men did gather secretly beyond a hidden door They travelled long and travelled far Dark into the night Yes, this is the place they've chosen To build the Metal site. Congregation rises, starts to chant a hy

s a man whose voice speaks for everyone And his actions touch the lives of us all He rose with energy and style, touch my hand, kiss my child Sway us all with your smile, he readily accepts acclaim But soon forgets that he came from the back streets like them We pray to the

look at the world from my window There´s nothing I´d rather see Millions of people walk by me Not just the ones I´ve ignored Put my hands on my knees Say goodbye to old friends I don´t need The sheep look out to the sea My search for life lost it´s attractio

s a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier place in the dale, No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the dale. [chorus] (Oh, come, come, come, come) Oh, come to the church in the wildwood, Come to the church in the dale, No

loving in your eyes You used and made my life so sweet Step out like a god found child I saw your eyes across the street Who would be the fool to take you Be more that just kind? Step into a life of maybe Love is hard to find in the church of the poison mind In t

ve been singing, that same old song Far too long, far too long Say you'll buy me a shiny ring But your words don't mean a thing No more calling me baby No more loving like crazy Chorus Til' you take me down (take me down) You better take me down (take me down) Take me down

Background Lead: Seth] In my church ov disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church ov indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play [Lead: Seth] In my church ov

Rican Nursery Rhymes Angels in the snow and thyme And I'm keeping my mind on that rose In a church in Spanish Harlem Got Watchtowers and Awakes for free In the laundromat for you and me But you can't take me down that way As I'm not sinking And if we go dow

first scene was the church, then the altar Where we claimed each other, with tears of joy we cried Our friends wished us luck there forever As we walked from the church, side by side The next scene was a crowded courtroom And like strangers we sat side by side Th

don't wanna love the way I loved before I don't wanna love that way no more What have I been writing love songs for? I don't want to write them anymore I don't wanna sing from where I sang before I don't wanna sing that way no more What've I've been singi

s a church in the valley by the wildwood No lovelier place in the dell No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the dell Oh, come, come, come, come refrain: Come to the church in the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the dell No spot is so dear

gateway of trotured stone Opens in an accursed threshold They only think it's a hall for thei tortured lord Here is so many ways a figure covered in blood Covered in blood Covered in blood Another black church For the other god Another black

the beginning there was sinning And in the end, well, let's pretend Blessed is the fruit I dare you To take another bite of it And somehow I think you will In spite of it O'no no no no no no no passion like a hurricane O'no no no no no no no is

are the forgotten They walk the path of enlightement Science versus religion Persecuted for centuries They hate the church In the sign of satan The all-seeing eye Will show them the way They are the forgotten Ready for the fight They are the forgotten Their time

you're mine, and I thank the Lord for you 'Cause ain't no other girl ever did me like you do And all those times I did you wrong you stayed Got my back, sheltered me from my enemies Shared my pain even when it was all because of me Make me throw up both my hands and s

m in a haze an in between stage Cos I'm not awake but walk in a state Of ghostly charm a deadly calm And my filthy palms Reach for the harms Today's tonight tonight's today today's tonight (2x) Tonight's today today's tonight tonight's today Everyday everyday everyday To

in Macedonia the last clean pocket on a blood soaked coat in a state of claustrophobia waiting for the rain to wash it all out fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie? did the words of the church run dry? fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie? did the w

left your bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God Without yelling anymore. When I sit at your piano, I can almost here those hymns The keys are just collecting dust But I can't close the lid. You left my heart as

is this, an evil church? People deceived upon the Earth, Sundays prayer has lost the truth, Will we dare to live the truth? What I see is a serpent hiss, Congration makes the list, Pass around your money plates Gather' round to fill the date We

can't remember and I can't concentrate But I can take a note to permeate A hit between the eyes And if souls are meant to be sold And if hands are only to hold Then I can't do what I'm told So we'll ride the coattails to the finish line I don't hear those church bells

lie you've ever been told The greatest story ever told The circling bird of prey Above a church on a Sunday I wrap myself in you A little something that I can cling to Oh, there you are, my love There you are, my love Rain down through my hands Scream out like ch

bloody day, he is waiting for someone to break. He's all wet of blood - Oh, so empty and insane are his eyes! He's able to see if one suffers from mortal sin! Bishop's favourite one - He's the most cruel torturer In the town. No, she will not see the light! Sh

age that took the humanity to know to god and their purposes The time in that the men approached their creator Again man had let himself oe taken over by his desires And will, faith was forgotten by many, giving space to evil The age of reform Those that were to

thought I knew what love was like The fairytale, the masquerade You proved me wrong and made me learn In simple terms, take me to the church The dreams I dreamt have lost their spice The goals I made I'll sacrifice The car, the house, the millionaire I don'

church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying “You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free” Three hooded men thru the back road did creep Torches in their hands, while th

laugh at you bible whores Slave bastards you are Living a lie under god I laugh at your Jesus Christ Open your eyes He looks so pathetic weak nailed to his cross Like zombies you enter the church One after one in a line To recieve what the priest has

Holy Spirit is here and His power is real Anything can happen and it probably will Something very good Something good is going on around here There is a light that shines to make the dark disappear A power at work but there's nothing to fear Something very good Something good i

are hundred of pyres Burning through the night Wizards and witches are hunted The inquisition strikes They're taken by storm on the earth They're put to the wrack they are buried alive Tears for all the tortured The slaughtered and the pain The church left away in her shadow

They started on a distant shore The rich believing with the poor Fighting, striving hard to seek A higher power with something else to say Spreading their belief Praying for a life It's the perfect way But to the church it's just called heresy Heresy Heretics, that and no

What do you think when you smile into my eyes You say that you like me but I know that's one of your lies My love is abused my compassion misused Cause I am too kind to despise, oh no You hear me you see me and use me but you neglect You like having m

rock this church Rock it inside out Against the world they teach us on judgement day we shout The preacher gives us sermon The preacher gives us prayer The preacher gives us heaven Can't he see that we don't care Rock this church They cry for better

Re-released on Altars Of Madness CD] [Music: Azagthoth] [Lyrics: Azagthoth, Browning] Ghouls attack the church Crush the holy priest Turning the cross towards hell Writhe in satan's flames Crush the priest The feeble church Dead - your god is dead Foo

up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Fath

ve cussed on a Sunday I've cheated and I've lied I've fallen down from grace A few too many times But I find holy redemption When I put this car in drive Roll the windows down and turn up the dial Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running throu

car crunches gravel and the wind licks at you The stark spell you're under as you dumbstruck by the gate It hurts every muscle just to walk back to the house Now this home that you bought me, it looks homedead from the yard You can hear those distant bell

set Your rule and reign In our hearts again Increase in us we pray Unveil why we're made Come, set our hearts ablaze with hope Like wildfire in our very souls Holy Spirit come invade us now We are your church We need your power in us We

lover's got a humor He's the giggle at funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped him sooner If the Heavens ever did speak He is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "You were born sick,&quo

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were bo

like your life is over, Feels like no hope is gone, You kiss it all away, Maybe, Maybe. This is a second coming, This is a call to arms, You'll find us now and we'll be, Wasted, Wasted. Hey, Hell is what you make, Rise against your, Faith, Nothings gonna kee

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick," y

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We we

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick,&

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick,"

lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval Should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick,&

yeah Oh-oh-oh I ain’t even leave my type, but we like guys One time for the cool guy Blowing up my phone so I made time Had you thinkin' you were so fine And since I told you he was all mine You’ve been keepin’ thizz poppin’ in my sideline Sounds weird, but I can’t

s some rich niggas in the building (amen) And a whole lot of bad bitches. (amen) And my weave is laid hella tight (amen) And your man just bought the bar tonight Say I'm the best and I'm like church I see them hating bitches, I'm like church. My shoes cost more than y

church house gin house A school house outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits Twenty-five for speed limit Motorcicle not allowed in it You go to store on