And if I got everything I deserved I'd be thrown in hell
my pedistool is on its last leg and I think you can tell
that I'm as broken as the pieces that lying beneath my feet
cause I'm a sinful wicked man so I hope you can see
that I, am not your savior, I am not your God, and I could never turn
around your life. and I, have never killed a man with my own two bare hands, but my tongue has sunk far too many ships on foreign lands.
When I make it to heaven it won't be from what I've done
cause the moon can only ever hope to reflect the son.
but the son's already dead, we all want to survive, but it takes losing your entire life.
and if you could only see everything I've done
you'd see that cross wasn't option A, or option B it was the only one.
desperate terrorist, in this wicked land this wicked age.
mutilators, ripping the body, limb from limb. tearing the seams from every page over and over again.
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