I'm like thomas doubting fingers
Running the scars your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe
I want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
To be re-made by your cleansing again
Chorus
I gave you myself
It's all that I have
Broken and frail
I'm clay in your hands
And spinning I can see all
Is it only israel
For you my love
I want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
To be re-made by your cleansing again
Chorus
1 | Feasting on The Blood of The Insane |
2 | Seed Of Filth |
3 | Human Target |
4 | Doomsday |
5 | Lycanthropy |
6 | Victim of The Paranoid |
7 | Hacked To Pieces |
8 | Murdered In The Basement |
9 | Deathklaat |
10 | Silent Violence |