Empty Grace Songtext
von Godsize

Crucified just to see how I look on the cross
My own worth nothing more than a beggar′s goss

Endless reinventions with endless empty space
How am I supposed to stand on empty fucking grace


Fortune favors the favored
Hallelujah to the rich
Pardon me while I'm cast out with every single heretic

Hell is full of hopeful souls who wish for colder days
The earth is full of colder tongues who spit back empty grace

I guess I should start digging and get this outta the way
I′m sick of this useless generation and its empty grace