Now, this is not to build up a tower,
as if I, as if I.
Universal mistake of the hour,
as if I, as if I,
as if I were designer.
As if I were
no longer in pride
when these eyes lead to ruin,
no longer a cry
of the math of the builders.
Truth be narrow, death be wide,
none but single is this eye of mine.
Self-centered to say that
its mine, only mine.
We only re-arrange
what Christ had designed.
I must also admit
that my wicked heart tends to
lie and say you did not
speak all of existence,
speak all of existence.
Yeah,
all glory unto you, God.
Now, this is not to build up a tower,
as if I, as if I.
Universal mistake of the hour,
as if I, as if I,
as if I were designer.
As if I were
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Croyez-le ou non, j'ai écouté cet album en intégralité, et sans interruption ! Si, si, je vous assure ! Bon, d'accord, j'avoue que j'ai pensé à deux ou trois reprises à appuyer sur pause, histoire de souffler un peu. J'ai même prié à un moment pour qu'il y ait une coupure de courant, trouvant ainsi le prétexte idéal... mais non ; d'une traite vous dis-je ! Le pire dans tout ça, c'est que je ne regrette même pas. Incorrigible le type ! Poesy Rider