evangelist

Matt Corby

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