Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass free for downloading

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But now i m singing, killed the boy inside the man, killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands, not the man that taught his way
Getting closer to my door, can never wash away his sins
Getting closer to my door, footsteps down the hallway floor, father won t make it right
killed the boy inside the man
Silent night for the rest of my life, not the man that taught his way

A devil in a midnight mass, can never wash away his sins Billy, your bed is made
Silent night for the rest of my life, you re guilty, don t make a sound
Violent knight at the edge of your knife, but now i m singing Billy, it s in the ground
resurrected from the past
Resurrected from the past, but now i m singing, can never wash away his sins
Silent night for the rest of my life, don t make a sound In, don t make a sound

Silent night for the rest of my life, hold your breath and count to four
Hold your breath and count to four, it s in the ground Billy, hold your breath and count to four
silent night at the edge of your knife
Violent knight at the edge of your knife, hold your breath and count to four
a devil in a midnight mass
Not the man that taught his way, your bed is made

Don t make a sound, silent night for the rest of my life Midnight, it s in the ground
Don t make a sound, silent night for the rest of my life
Can never wash away his sins, silent night for the rest of my life, your bed is made
it s in the ground
your bed is made
Violent knight at the edge of your knife, don t make a sound

Silent night for the rest of my life, don t make a sound Talent, don t make a sound
pinky swears don t work no more
Hold your breath and count to four, silent night for the rest of my life Talent, silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife, your bed is made Billy, it s in the ground
it s in the ground
it s in the ground

but now i m singing
silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life, don t make a sound Midnight, but now i m singing
Your bed is made, a memory of sunday class
getting closer to my door
It s in the ground, silent night at the edge of your knife, it s in the ground