| Song | God Is In The White Rice |
| Artist | Moist |
| Album | Glory Under Dangerous Skies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bind your hands | |
| Deep inside | |
| Pull them tight as they open wide | |
| Animals will come when the fire dies | |
| I believe what we see | |
| Can’t exist without history | |
| We are reached through insecurity | |
| Something’s going on | |
| Well saved you’re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something’s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice | |
| Leave your hands | |
| Out of sight | |
| Let your sex breed indifference | |
| Violent words of encouragement | |
| Love the street | |
| Love these trees | |
| Feed each whisper entirely | |
| Leave the seed | |
| Leave love and live in peace | |
| Something’s going on | |
| Well sane you’re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something’s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice |
| Bind your hands | |
| Deep inside | |
| Pull them tight as they open wide | |
| Animals will come when the fire dies | |
| I believe what we see | |
| Can' t exist without history | |
| We are reached through insecurity | |
| Something' s going on | |
| Well saved you' re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something' s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice | |
| Leave your hands | |
| Out of sight | |
| Let your sex breed indifference | |
| Violent words of encouragement | |
| Love the street | |
| Love these trees | |
| Feed each whisper entirely | |
| Leave the seed | |
| Leave love and live in peace | |
| Something' s going on | |
| Well sane you' re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something' s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice |
| Bind your hands | |
| Deep inside | |
| Pull them tight as they open wide | |
| Animals will come when the fire dies | |
| I believe what we see | |
| Can' t exist without history | |
| We are reached through insecurity | |
| Something' s going on | |
| Well saved you' re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something' s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice | |
| Leave your hands | |
| Out of sight | |
| Let your sex breed indifference | |
| Violent words of encouragement | |
| Love the street | |
| Love these trees | |
| Feed each whisper entirely | |
| Leave the seed | |
| Leave love and live in peace | |
| Something' s going on | |
| Well sane you' re no dice | |
| And fell in the other side | |
| Something' s going on | |
| What you could call true | |
| Dispels any other lie | |
| Count your blessings man | |
| God is in the white rice |