Veni Domine
The Letter
No more excuses
No empty lies
For the one who fooled the world death is singing lullabies
I trade my soul for what you sell
I fill my heart right from your well
You say you're wiser
Stories you tell
Focused on the credit cards not on heaven and hell
Your wish is fortune
Your wish is fame
Worshipping hearts, in search for the meaning
False prophets knows the ways of stealing
Treasure hunt in the maze of life
Sliced by the edge of the knife
The Letter
No more excuses
No empty lies
For the one who fooled the world death is singing lullabies
I trade my soul for what you sell
I fill my heart right from your well
You say you're wiser
Stories you tell
Focused on the credit cards not on heaven and hell
Your wish is fortune
Your wish is fame
Worshipping hearts, in search for the meaning
False prophets knows the ways of stealing
Treasure hunt in the maze of life
Sliced by the edge of the knife