Martin Grech - The Washing Hands текст песни

Underneath the outside is the inside
Filled with green and white lies that he hides


The wind will carry your thoughts
Into the devil's ear so he might hear

On his mind the truth lays a burden
In the lock the key's neck is broken

The wind will carry your thoughts
Into the devil's ear so he might hear

Testify against me, I am guilty
Tell my lie, only truth can release me

The wind will carry your voice
Into the devil's ear so he might hear
The lonely voice of God
Does not reach him