in the morning in the moment
there is rustling
god is spinning
fires burning filling us with power
blame the amen
there’s no glory
faith is yearning
our own colossus
crumbling to the ground
in the morning in the moment
there is rustling
god is spinning
fires burning filling us with power
blame the amen
there’s no glory
faith is yearning
our own colossus
crumbling to the ground