Lyrics

I'm not a disciple of saviors. I'm not a diviner of souls. I know what the papers will say when I'm gone They won't put me above the fold. I'm not a desirer of cradles. Oh no, not a riser from tombs. But you people will know me when I come to term And they pull me up out of the womb. You failed to define your messiah again. You failed to define him. You failed to define your messiah Now here I am Here I am Ohhh Here I am My name when I left you was Henry. They lowered me down to the lawn. I made all them marchers go out on their knees Now they're gone, Now they're gone, Now they're gone... You failed to define your messiah again. You failed to define him. You failed to define your messiah Now Here I am Here I am Ohhhhhh Here I am Ohhhhhh Here I am Ohhhhhhh Here I am Ohhhhhhh You failed to define your messiah again. You failed to define him. You failed to define your messiah now Here I am Here I am Here I am Here I am Here I am
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out