I’ll carry it out.
Your will it will be Done.
Bathe my feet amongst the Wicked.
Washing my mind in you alone.
Injecting… my soul with red words.
Building a Structure.
Through your hands.
My name’s in the book.
Weak spine, no More.
I’ll carry it out.
Your will it will be Done.
Bathe my feet amongst the Wicked.
Washing my mind in you alone.
Injecting… my soul with red words.
Building a Structure.
Through your hands.
My name’s in the book.
Weak spine, no More.