Из альбома: Beauty, Truth And Goodness

This misery's justice?
Or merely the way
our random lives unite us
in meaningless sharing of pain

Believe... and isn't it easy
Who needs eyes when you've got knees
Why doubt what's done you well
Why foul what's made it so sweet

God Bless This Mess

Man made in the image...
man made crippled, weak
Creating the purest creator
denies the invalid sheep

Believe... cuz you've never been tested
No vacuum's got room for the truth
Why doubt what's done you well
Why question what can't threaten you

Swallow the opiate faith,
get high and fall into place
Dreaming,
and bleeding
your squandered pride away

Believe... it's so fucking easy
Who needs eyes when you've got knees
Why doubt what's done you well,
what's kept your conscience free

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