Lost Art Of Heaping Coal-WRENCH IN THE WORKS

We may never find true love. Because we’re always leaving, we’re chasing something. And we may never be secure. Because we’ve left our jobs, we’ve closed so many doors. When blood is needed nothing else will do. Where serpents strangle love-sick bones Spirit allow us too. Spit fire. Heap Coals. Revival is the time of fire. Spark a fire in the world. Bless a child tonight. Shine light in the darkest cities’ life. Set ablaze the eyes on the blind man. Heap coals, shine bright. The angels weep tonight. We may never find true love. Because we’re always leaving, we’re chasing something. But we would trade all this and more. For what the locusts devour we know you can restore. [[Category:American Christian Mathcore/Metalcore]]

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