Crucified - I'm Not A Christian Punk | Текст Иностранной Песни
looking for a way that's just not God's a c. or a p.? make up your mind light and dark they just don't mix we love you all but something needs to be
Crucified - So-Called Living, 1991 | Текст Иностранной Песни
3 a.m. shots ring again good-bye to another night's rest pusher in the tradewinds been cold two days found dead by the manager's kid more fights at the show
Crucified - Death To Death | Текст Иностранной Песни
there is blood on the street and tears in their eyes and life moves so fast until you realize...it's gone the world is a corpse it hardens with time and so
Crucified - Thread | Текст Иностранной Песни
started off as little, but look, how it's grown... you were so carefree in your sin now you reap the seeds you've sown you thought you had control but who's
Crucified - You Don't Understand | Текст Иностранной Песни
(to christians who are judgemental) don't want us in your pulpit seats you don't like the way we look or sing but we'll just love you more and more because that
Crucified - All You Need | Текст Иностранной Песни
you, you don't know what it's like to be free you, a slave to sin just let him in and then you'll see you can be brand new you know it's true
Crucified - Silent Scream | Текст Иностранной Песни
from mother's womb to garbage can the little children die although they never took a breath those babies were alive the infants are sucked through a
Crucified - Give It Up | Текст Иностранной Песни
I don't need drugs I don't need drinks I don't need things that make me So I can't think All I need is Jesus He keeps me holding on When
Crucified - Getting A Grip On Things | Текст Иностранной Песни
hatred is the perfect word for everything I think of you you were conquered by my God you, prince of darkness the arrogant fool if given the chance, and the strength
Crucified - Freedom | Текст Иностранной Песни
I have freedom I have Jesus you want freedom? you need Jesus america - land of free america - show your freedom to me look at us - I hate our little circles