that we cannot disclose They turn the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross
I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd done
heaven I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd