Against Nature - Canon lyrics
Glide away Turn to god Into gold Perishing The trained mind Awaits chance Without fate Fly Is life so dear Peace so sweet? Only the saint Chooses his d**h Avarice Industry Who can refute A stylish sneer?
Glide away Turn to god Into gold Perishing The trained mind Awaits chance Without fate Fly Is life so dear Peace so sweet? Only the saint Chooses his d**h Avarice Industry Who can refute A stylish sneer?