"Holy, Holy, Holy"

[Heth "Ink" Lee]

Our flames ignites, as the sacrifice turns right.

On my knees after our flight, I begin to pray at night.

Hoping to God, that the Sun stays bright.

Swallowing, like a black hole, everything in sight.

We eat the sins, then the people praise God.

Maneuvering through the clouds, like were walking through fog.

I then sing at the top of my lungs.

The Lord's prayer in church, that use to be sung.