Coming clean,
Running my blood down the sand,
It'll filter through the cracks until it reaches my corpse,
The corpse of mine will be revived,
Coming clean as they wanted me.
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.
Coming clean,
A new father reaches through the veil,
Setting fire to my bones,
Lighting my passion ablaze,
He runs the blood back through my veins,
Casting a new spirit to life,
Coming clean, is that what that means?
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.
Coming clean,
I'm just a son,
Who's scared to try,
Scared to see beyond his own irises,
Shake me down and rid me of these vices,
Coming clean, as I lay in the blood-laced sand.
I won't be gone,
Tell the father I'm sorry,
Tell Him I'm sorry,
I won't be gone.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Coming clean,
Running my blood down the sand,
It'll filter through the cracks until it reaches my corpse,
The corpse of mine will be revived,
Coming clean as they wanted me.
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.
Coming clean,
A new father reaches through the veil,
Setting fire to my bones,
Lighting my passion ablaze,
He runs the blood back through my veins,
Casting a new spirit to life,
Coming clean, is that what that means?
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.
Coming clean,
I'm just a son,
Who's scared to try,
Scared to see beyond his own irises,
Shake me down and rid me of these vices,
Coming clean, as I lay in the blood-laced sand.
I won't be gone,
Tell the father I'm sorry,
Tell Him I'm sorry,
I won't be gone.
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