A scoundrel in sheep's wool is still a scoundrel as in the case we see here today
You wanted us to be by your side.
Th guilt you carry will not ensure your place in heaven.
You never wanted us to be independent, holding on to every word by a thread of false hope.
I can see through the lies.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
You're selling your manipulation; I'm not buying
You're plying on fear that you've instilled in all of us
You don't have to live like this any longer. I spit on your name and your institution.
You wanted us to be by your side
The guilt you carry will not ensure your place in heaven
You never wanted us to be independent, holding on to every word by a thread of false hope.
I can see through the lies.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
Your faith is dead. We don't have to live like this, get off your knees.
this is real metalcore
cyfrazk8
[email protected]
You wanted us to be by your side.
Th guilt you carry will not ensure your place in heaven.
You never wanted us to be independent, holding on to every word by a thread of false hope.
I can see through the lies.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
You're selling your manipulation; I'm not buying
You're plying on fear that you've instilled in all of us
You don't have to live like this any longer. I spit on your name and your institution.
You wanted us to be by your side
The guilt you carry will not ensure your place in heaven
You never wanted us to be independent, holding on to every word by a thread of false hope.
I can see through the lies.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
The tongue of god is but a stranger in these desperate times.
The arms of god discriminate in these desperate times.
Your faith is dead. We don't have to live like this, get off your knees.
this is real metalcore
cyfrazk8
[email protected]