Letra de 1X7 - Project 86
Letra de canci�n de 1X7 de Project 86 lyrics
One times seven equals heaven
Traditions the creation of men
Religion for the sake of religion
Rituals the right of profession
Clergies of ranks
The files and lines brainwash
The sect for the mentally blind
And now Babylon's got a new name
For those modern disguises to hide the shame
It's a choice between God and man
Undermined by the heretic's hand
Humanity's last ditch
Try to build a bridge to heaven
Through earthly lives
Brace yourself
The saints die today
Protect yourself from the wrath
Brace yourself
The saints die today
Brace yourself
Blinder leading the blinded
Indulgence buys the sick minded
Fallibility secures the fallacy
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Reinterpret the facts of history
Doctrines a pile of yokes
Salvation or collars to choke off the life
With infinite ropes to climb
Brainwashed to think your face is worth the time
Arrogance rich with Sundays
That pack the walls with some idols to spare
Exalt and isolate acts to reject
The grace that's born from the facts
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank insides
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank insides
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank
Traditions the creation of men
Religion for the sake of religion
Rituals the right of profession
Clergies of ranks
The files and lines brainwash
The sect for the mentally blind
And now Babylon's got a new name
For those modern disguises to hide the shame
It's a choice between God and man
Undermined by the heretic's hand
Humanity's last ditch
Try to build a bridge to heaven
Through earthly lives
Brace yourself
The saints die today
Protect yourself from the wrath
Brace yourself
The saints die today
Brace yourself
Blinder leading the blinded
Indulgence buys the sick minded
Fallibility secures the fallacy
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/1x7-project-86.php
Reinterpret the facts of history
Doctrines a pile of yokes
Salvation or collars to choke off the life
With infinite ropes to climb
Brainwashed to think your face is worth the time
Arrogance rich with Sundays
That pack the walls with some idols to spare
Exalt and isolate acts to reject
The grace that's born from the facts
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank insides
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank insides
Never mind the saints that died
Fed with blank insides
Your foundation's been undermined
Fed with blank