I am born of sin of wrath of dirt
Could never come to faith revert
The demons grin echo in my heart
Ripping my inside worlds apart
The good it fades within my dark
Upon my conscious a tainted mark
Witness my failure the demon smirks
The gods they shun me filled with irk
I drag my soul through thorns tonight
I walk empty lanes in an endless fight
Of failures born of failures died
In a million pieces my soul divide
Thus was my nights spent in a sweat
Flashes of misfortune flashes of dread
Of innocent ***** that lay and bled
Silhouettes of my past won't leave my bed
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
I am born of sin of wrath of dirt
Could never come to faith revert
The demons grin echo in my heart
Ripping my inside worlds apart
The good it fades within my dark
Upon my conscious a tainted mark
Witness my failure the demon smirks
The gods they shun me filled with irk
I drag my soul through thorns tonight
I walk empty lanes in an endless fight
Of failures born of failures died
In a million pieces my soul divide
Thus was my nights spent in a sweat
Flashes of misfortune flashes of dread
Of innocent ***** that lay and bled
Silhouettes of my past won't leave my bed
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