Holy Water
Album: Old Hymns of a New Age
By: The Morning Life
By: The Morning Life
Duration
3:41
Genres
Lyrics
Breathing water, choking fire Brushing up against the flames that want desire Something kicks, something tired Somthing sick of all that's dead and uninspired From my head it flows and quickly slows to fading Its pointless, so degrading The moon and sun combine to ease my shading Made of shit, I'm creating Both peace and war in everything I'm stating.... From my head it flows and quickly slows to fading It takes a million passes before you see it clear It takes a million chances, looking in the mirror From my head it flows From my head it flows From my head it flows and quickly slows to fading