Can anybody tell me what is Right with this world?
Even those in church refuse to budge or curse
The evil that is inside - man, woman, boy, girl
I for one, attest
That sin is at my breast
As I abandon my shame to a wicked, nasty tongue
Still I would never judge
Should plagues beckon at my door
While windows open - close no more
I've never gossipped in such a way
That threatens to destroy all a person's trust
Seemingly in righteousness, your barb has now been ******
Onto the canvas that was my soul
Now shattered, as if it never mattered
In twisted torment, in the name of your holy robe.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Can anybody tell me what is Right with this world?
Even those in church refuse to budge or curse
The evil that is inside - man, woman, boy, girl
I for one, attest
That sin is at my breast
As I abandon my shame to a wicked, nasty tongue
Still I would never judge
Should plagues beckon at my door
While windows open - close no more
I've never gossipped in such a way
That threatens to destroy all a person's trust
Seemingly in righteousness, your barb has now been ******
Onto the canvas that was my soul
Now shattered, as if it never mattered
In twisted torment, in the name of your holy robe.