How does it feel to find yourself playing for the wrong team with the stakes so high? How does it feel to find yourself so blind to the sin you're diding deep inside? turn your back on the obvious facts and watch the city gnash and burn on you oblivious to your only way out and now the lifestyles evidences too
independence runs rampant while fire awaits for burning flesh over-flowing likes sets blind as the bats in the dark mindsets without hope of ever seeping through cracks like a fool so proud of your arrogant mind set of lusts unspeakable continue to drool and now so content...implement the tool
exchange for plagues and given over to shame
your rainbows a symbol of a smile on a face unforgetable you look to the skies and smirk while your choice proves completely regrettable and lust fills the sleepless nights thirty five and under the plight to sow invites you'd better get to bed early because the dawn's bring light to melt the living penalty
(2X) and now you want to try to separate independence from your bonded state
worship your created self with unnatural debased states of mind for fates erased with no excuse for ignorance his nature only proves his existance uncleanness assumes the image thats reflecting the far away cry from creation to the signs of the times sign a contract providing your soul with destruction
(2X) and now you want to try to separate independence from your bonded state