Besedila:
Corpus Christii The Darker Shades Of White

I walk the streets again tonight blinded by the actions of the fight. The fire biting at my heels, my God I've forgotten how it feels to live by grace

You cut the chord between us. The knife is bloody in your hands. The blame's on both our shoulders. But you cut and ran. You have forsaken everything

Tonight I take my chance. Tonight I make my own fate. Tonight another statistic makes the gravest of mistakes. I wonder if they'll even notice when

Rise up. It's time to go home. My child why are you weeping? You have wallowed with the swine too long. Since you left, I've been dreaming of the day

Hope reigns in a drowning song tonight, gives way to the possibility that no childhood thoughts were true. No bodily pain so cold as the knowledge of

One day at a time now, to figure out my mind. Rigorous mind games of American kind. Get out, stand up, give us something to believe in. Find me, pick