Now I have last.

All too.

Well, I can see where we all soon will be.

If you strip away the myth from the man, you will see where we all soon will be, jesus.

You've started to believe the things they say of you.

You really do believe this.

Talk of God is true and all the good you've done will soon get swept away.

You began to madam move.

And the things you say, listen, jesus, I don't like what I see.

All I ask is that you listen to me.

Remember I've been your right hand man all along.

You have set them all on fire.

They think they found the new messiah and they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.

I remember when this whole thing began.

No talk of God, then we call you a man and believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died.

But everywhere you say, today gets twisted round some other way and they'll hurt you if they think you blind Nazar at the famous son should have stayed.

A great unknown like his father carving wood heat of make good tables, chairs, and oaken chest would have suited jesus.

Cristina caused nobody harm.

Don't wanna love.

Listen, jesus didn't care for your race, don't you see, we must keep in our place we are occupied.

Have you forgotten how put down I am fighting by the crowd, for we are getting much too loud and they'll crush us if we go too far if we're good two.

Listen, jesus to the warning I give.

Please remember that I want us to live, but it's sad to see our chances weakening with your fellow was a blind too much heaven on their minds.

It was beautiful, but now it's sour.

Yes, it's all.

Listen, jesus to the warning I give.

Please remember that I want us to live.

Come on, come on, he won't listen, tell me.

Come on, listen to me, tell me.