OILY WATER
Junior Martins, Pink Sabbth
Baby I'm burning down the cathedral, cause I have no songs and I have no choice
Hiding behind wings, cold and evil
I can hear the tone of a angel's voice
I'm not that guy, no, I can't be your favorite son under your eyes
I'm not alive, paradise is gone and I can see the dome covered by scars
Baby I've burnt it up a Bible, and all the saints are crying cause I did it well
Putting all my fears in a vial, sending it to God, sending it to hell (sending it to god, sending it to hell)
I'm not that guy, no, I can't be your favorite son under your eyes
I'm not alive, paradise is gone and I can see the dome covered by scars
Covered by scars
Covered by scars
I'm covered by scars