Messenger Of Gods song lyrics
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore.
A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.
Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers.
If we gave thoughts, they are harnessed to feed the hive.
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire?
Ooh! Where is the messenger of gods?
We need a messenger of gods.
In here just 1. equals absolutely nothing.
The machines know you, your face and your life.
Death, escape, that's why boneyards have fences.
Go read your e-mails. Junk comes to junkies.
Messenger of gods.
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lyrics for Messenger Of Gods, the 4th song of the 10 recorded for the album Crows Fly Black, with a total running time of , by Tarot. It was released on via , and produced by .