Evangelist

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 you're 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 Cause 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 Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution Hard to reside with the fires still alive and the spirits need reviving Will to your father, he'll hold you through these treacherous times You're going under, your lovers are dying to everything in time And I won't, I won't listen to ya, won't ya blow right past my door? And I won't, I won't listen to ya, blank the screen or I'll try to ignore ya. And I won't, I won't listen to ya, won't ya blow right past my door? And I won't, I won't listen to ya, I won't listen to ya anymore. And I won't, I won't listen to ya, Won't ya blow right past my door? And I won't, I won't listen to ya, blank the screen and I'll try to ignore ya