He doesn't charge any fees for his service Free-will confessions often, they are made to him Put up your arms, try to feel the uncertainty The very thought of everything is something real
But when it hits the floor On someone else's door You can't deny He can guide you where to go Returning back the blessing flow With open eyes That makes the soul come back to life Into a peaceful environment
With no pain
He doesn't charge any fees for his service Free-will confessions often, they are made to him Sinful and rude, nothing to prove Let it breath, open up, let it fall, let it scar
But when it hits the floor On someone else's door You can't deny He can guide you where to go Returning back the blessing flow With open eyes That makes the soul come back to life Into a peaceful environment
With no pain
But when it hits the floor On someone else's door You can't deny He can guide you where to go Returning back the blessing flow With no pain Pain