I'm Not One - Illdisposed

When we visit at the grave

There’s no telling what was you

And the light takes us away

The stormy tension

The ill advise

A bringer not of truth only lies

The necromancer

Is not a dancer

Too long I’ve been withhold

Crack the shell

Flee the church

Face the pope

But mind his robe

Jesus side (only he died)

With people who forgives

I’m not one of those

I make me own high

Resting

Still abide

Though the law is not inside

With much snsation

I close my eyes

And wandr to

Where we may hide

From the church

And from the pope

Well in mind his robe

Jesus hide from all their crimes

And the people he forgets

I’m not one of those

I make me own high