Faith is like undying trusty phone
Christ told me I’ll never be alone
Born and known, the perfect young
Raised by the sieve of the only one
Holy matters it’s the normal strive
Blessed bow to the final mark
There’s a norm pointed to the shine
Unholy fad is disturbing my fight
Wide open eyes
And test your pray
Kind, trust the wine
That offer it’s flesh
Faith is like undying trusty phone
Christ told me I’ll never be alone
Born and known, the perfect young
Raised by the sieve of the only ones
Wide open eyes
And test your pray
Kind, trust the wine
That offer it’s flesh
Wide open eyes
And taste your pray
Kind, trust the wine
That offer it’s flesh
