Evangelist - Matt Corby

There’s a cold, cold, trickle down my spine

The white writer gonna tell you what’s not mine

Oh I hope I see you passing by my door

Oh I hope I won’t see you anymore

Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight

It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life

I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door

Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you

There’s a white, light glimmer in my eye

And the light is refracting in my sight

Oh I Hope I see you passing by my door

I hope I don’t see you anymore

Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight

It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life

I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door

Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you

Bridge

Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution

Hard to reside & the fires steal the light and the spirits need reviving

Will to your father, he’ll hold you through these treacherous times

(… not sure about this line)

Instrumental

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