Judge me for what I am. The bastards in life. Who don't pay for their sins. You wage nothing. You gain nothing. Everybody's down from here on in. . Heed my words hear me calling.
How many ways. Can we say our apology. God bless confess. And rejoice in acknowledging. The definition of truth hard to prove. Often lost rarely used with sincerity.
Grief hurt my soul. As it hurt my flesh, even more. Molded my abstracted pain. And turn me to a vengeance alive.... Now wait... And see.... Bring forth of my form of destruction.
Drawback! havoc has won. we starve on rich tables. profiting of their ruin. opulent born, acceppting to murder,. this is our faith, our human grace order?.
How far down does the shovel go?. Below.. The name with fame gives the ghost a rise.. Like a shameful stain will rinse. when it's dry.. . It's alive in the times,.
What the fuck. Should I have done?. What the fuck. Should I have done?. . Say what you mean. The future isn't what it used to be. You tore out my heart.