Текст песни Eleventh Hour

We live and we give and we're dead.

Missing something. Searching for God.

No point in asking why.

I know we were born to die.

We prosper, we suffer.

Missing something.

Searching for God.

I waged my war up from the ground.

I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the

sky.

I killed my father and I found

That I'm the bastard son of something made up in my mind.

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We live and we give and we take.

Missing something. Searching for God.

God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head.

I see more.

I see it in the streets.

It's the ground beneath my feet.

It's hunger. It's disease.

There's truth in the harmony.

I feel it. I believe.

In the war that's inside of me.

Blue eyes and broken teeth.

It's God. It's God. It's God.