gods and saints don't like me
cause I spit my shame into the wine
Thought that's where the guilty thoughts went
when the deeds won't stay behind
So I confess to anyone who doesn't listen anyway
Gonna break the record for obsession and toss the hand grenade
Don't taunt me into battle with my rough and bloody hands
The stains of my communion with the other side of Hell
I expect my life to lead me straight down the wide and curvy
Should I stumble back onto the narrow guide me where the earth don't tremble
I was there when they laid him in the tomb of his remembrance
a plot of earth so stained with blood it seeped like oil around us
and the guns tore up the sky leaving nothing but the darkness
and I found a tear inside me with a message sent from God.
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