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letra de blame the devil - armand hammer

[verse 1: elucid]
halfway in the picture, i ain’t really care to be there
standing in the doorway of a shutter tabernacle
friday night miraculous, test the spirit accurate
sister bathsheba fast and praying for her lazarus
spirit move, god is good all the time, organ vamp
push the keys starve the show, they speak in tongue i never spoke
war with heathen bones somehow can’t leave evil alone
to me that’s cool, but to each their own
tears streaming down the faces of the overjoyed
candy money burning hole inside my corduroys
sister say she holding on tight e’en though she unemployed
good and faithful servant, triple circus is on sunday
probably kept me away from gunplay, inside but still on the outs
to arrive with sermon on the mountain, -n-lyze what i’m given
see my kin shaped out, in the potter’s house word became flesh
let my light shine, make me over lord, i’m not comfy in my right mind
broke by explosion out the blackest void, the devil is a liar
depends on who you asking for, we are at war watching bodies h-t the floor

[chorus: elucid]
[?] when i became a man, i put it all behind
put that all behind, put that all behind

[verse 2: elucid]
halfway in the picture, i ain’t really care to be there
nodded in the doorway of a shutter tabernacle
i could close my eyes and hear the tambourines rattle
contrite confession only thing that truly matter
kick this body and remembrance, quite cannibalistic
mysterious omnipotence, how to ignore the poor and defenseless
few could truly make a difference, simple point of interest
from inquisitive youth, leave no room for interpretation
infallible truth, entering this temple, while praises rocking loud
tacky suit, shock-hued, electric blue, revelation have you spooked
making waves when there as none, highest praise always sung
seven eyes, seven crowns, i was lost, now i’m found
end of days amazing time, everybody’s got a word
mine just happens to rhyme, a guarded heart is well-deserved
in this world [?] somebody knocking on the door
i didn’t bother to respond, respond

[chorus: elucid]
[?] when i became a man, i put it all behind
put that all behind, put that all behind

- armand hammer

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