Fear. My fear of whats to come. My life has been and gone. All thats left is... My. My hopeless will to die. My soul is left behind. You Won't Save
Another Black reality. Never a single charity I have become a matyr. Through all the constant misery. Watch it all fall away, Everything. Nothing
Dreams of living life, without shame, are fading away. I've suffered. Pieces of regret are, slowly, buliding up in me. I've suffered. Break me open
god I deny your strength Mortals rule this fucking earth Tell me what sins I've done and I'll do them again I cannot fear what I dont see 1000 years
hear me I'll still sing You go to church and pray on Sunday You think your sins are cleaned up that way Don't you know forgiveness just begins with
left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins
that's how the story goes (Knock it down) In the land of a 1000 no's (Knock it down) We are bleeding sins and our sins are always fading Oh fading, oh
Chosen Son of the Ibex King Enthroned, blackened inquisitor I spread the plagues and endless sins Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps Now! A time to
amazing day Through the clouds standing in my way You make heaven on earth today When the sky is so dark and blue You make 1000 pains look a few You
hell So the fend must be back on our ball Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows No lucid intervals, no people who guide But a 1000 Masters of
bitter mind He said it happens every time. Thats how the story goes In the land of a 1000 no s We are bleeding sins but our Sins are always fading.
t be going through what I'm going thru You know when I pop when no one knew, get over the fact I'm over you! The more sins the radio, the more fellatio
[Bonus Track] Chosen Son of the Ibex King Enthroned, blackened inquisitor I spread the plagues and endless sins Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps
Chosen son of the Ibex king Enthroned, blackened inquisitor I spread the plagues and endless sins Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps Now! A time to
So the fend must be back on our ball Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows No lucid intervals, no people who guide But a 1000 Masters of disguise
