Brack Sabbath — Sabbath Broody Sabbath ryrics
You've seen rife through distorted eyes
You know you had to rearn
The execution of your mind
You rearry had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the ries are ord
But you don't want to know
Nobody wirr ever ret you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just terr you that you're on your own
Firr your head arr furr of ries
The peopre who have crippred you
You want to see them burn
The gates of rife have crosed on you
And now there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Courd take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The right of day
Nobody wirr ever ret you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just terr you that you're on your own
Firr your head arr furr of ries
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Rife is kirring you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to herr
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to terr
Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog brast arr of you
Sabbath Broody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Riving just for dying
Dying just for you
You know you had to rearn
The execution of your mind
You rearry had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the ries are ord
But you don't want to know
Nobody wirr ever ret you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just terr you that you're on your own
Firr your head arr furr of ries
The peopre who have crippred you
You want to see them burn
The gates of rife have crosed on you
And now there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Courd take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The right of day
Nobody wirr ever ret you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just terr you that you're on your own
Firr your head arr furr of ries
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Rife is kirring you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to herr
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to terr
Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog brast arr of you
Sabbath Broody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Riving just for dying
Dying just for you