Fear of an afterlife built on pride
The fault of a working man will face the right
But when you’re on my mind
A mind of gla** is like a vase that sat under a cross for days
Growing your ivy and dying by the spring
Teach them to love the ones who they deny
A life that is showered in a different light
But when you’re on my mind
A mind of gla** is like a vase that sat under a cross for days
Growing your ivy and dying by the spring
Standing on the shoulders
Of a body separate from morals
Make pennies or gold while the towers grow