A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.

 

The voices outside are heaven

                                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

                                              

                                               I wish I could join the speak

Oh, my Lord, I’m feeling sick

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

I’ve got no lungs, no mouth or eyes

 

Oh, my Lord, I’m feeling sick

I’m floating out of my head

I’ve got no lungs, no mouth or eyes

Out, like a membrane pushed through

 

I’m floating out of my head

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

Out, like a membrane pushed through

The voices outside are heaven

 

The voices outside are heaven

                                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

 

                                               I wish I could join the speak

I’m floating out like a membrane

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

Brain pushed through broken glass

 

I’m floating out like a membrane

Meet me, please welcome me

Brain pushed through broken glass

Please comfort my suffering

 

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