Disciple

Mothman

Disciple


The thorns crush my spine send them to the swine
I choke the pleasure and I drown in dust
All my cares are bones of rust

(Chorus)
Wash me, cleanse me, heal me, make me a mothman
Wash me, cleanse me, heal me, make me a man

Touch your garments just for fun
I am a match unto the sun
I want to fly into Your light
I want to fly into Your light

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