IRC-Galleria

Paint the streets in white
Death is the standard
Breach for a complex prize

I think it's sweet of you
And your parents are proud...
But I would expect it from anyone
Now to protect life's indigenous sound

Worship! Pray, Pray [x 3]
Worship! Pray! Worship! Pray!
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Pray, Pray [x 3]
Worship! Pray! Worship! Worship!

How the streets they swell
While the animals make their way through the crowds

If you keep listening you can hear it for miles...
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile

Worship! Pray, Pray [x 4]
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Pray, Pray
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Pray, Pray [x 4]
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Pray, Pray
Worship! Worship! Worship!

And the crowd goes wild
And the camera makes you seasick
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile

It's the same sound... It's the same, same... sound...

And the crowd goes wild
And the camera makes you seasick
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound

Its the same sound, with the same sound

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