You say that you've been judged, Your not judged until you face the jury. They'll judge you stand tall, Straight edge ain't no game, We'll stand tall
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but he Scapegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade Angels, clawed with burnished wings
faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scapegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed with burnished wings
