The sad goods news

Stanza 1

The gospel of a bereaved

It sounds very good to everyone

Of a hope relive even after death

But a gloom to the favorites

Chorus

Hop on my shoulder and graze a roast

Don’t mind the eyes from away

Mine around you is as sweet as this corn

Only little like you deserve the luxury of my home

Stanza 2

I heard of the one swept masses of the chapel

As nailed on excess the of log left after his barbecued for me

Now food tastes like blood and prayer like a summon

And the abyss feels my pain as much as of an old friend

Chorus

Hop on my shoulder and graze a roast

Don’t mind the eyes from away

Mine around you is as sweet as this corn

Only little like you deserve the luxury of my home

Hook

Keep with your true hearts

Sincerely misled from us by trust

Not really misled but took a way our hope doesn’t welcome

If you finally settle remember we also belived His virtues