| With truth on the shores of compassion You seem to take premise to all of these songs You stormed off to scar the armada Like Jesus played martyr I'll drill through your hands The stone for the curse you have blamed me With love and devotion, now die as you sleep But if you could just write me out To neverless wonder... happy will I become Be true that this is no option So with sin I condemn you Demon play, Demon out |
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