Tota in the Moya

Текст песни Yezda Urfa - Tota in the Moya

Waiting time will fly, aching shoulders cry
Sizing up the sky, knowing when to die
Wake up, judgment is gone, and lighting is bad

Southward winds have blown, fertile soil you've grown
Asking answered not, granting all you've got
Output lone frontier groaned dead, boxed and produced

Talking down to God, old men screaming loud
Sinners eat your words, gather up in herds
Old face, streaking down image and the new way

Waiting time will fly, aching shoulders cry
Sizing up the sky, knowing when to die
Wake up, judgment is gone, and lighting is bad

Songs I sing of this that and you
Won't it break through
Climaxed on the wind, joined the din
We can't hear you

Forward wards will reach
As they teach, is it all new?
Silence steals the waves
As they break, don't they speak truth?
Now it's taking too long
Write words for this song
Not getting along

Watchful sentry smile
At the grile burning lightless
Hairless people run
Watch the sun solar nonsense

Strong, this part must be strong
Not getting along
Three tolls on the gong

Laughing through the night, wasted fight
Dried up car wash
Linger let lie low, let me go
Tuberous green squash

Fall from ninety miles
Into smiles;
Throw up good gosh