Take your shot. I still take your words to heart. Cold fingers (reveal messages of hate on my screen.) Reveal messages of hate on my screen. Cold. As
FALL, ARISE, RESTORE.
Battered. Broken. But not afraid. I've seen prosperity, I've tasted defeat. Blow by blow I've watched this world CRUSH MY DREAMS. Merciless and cruel,
The waters rage in the angry sea, full of fury the waves crashing down on me Hell is on the horizon and closing in. Fear and doubt replace hope as our
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My God, my God, Heavenly Father! I feel forsaken. Disgrace and shame consume me. Eternal night now reigns. Daylight engulfed by shadows, I pray to end
Worthless and insincere - our vows so quickly disappear. Desolation we've brought willingly We are the harlots spreading infirmity. Surrounded by mountains
Before I judge you maybe I should stop and hear your words. Discussion is a lost cause replaced by both sides drawing swords. Our generation, so eager
As we bow to soverignity, I'm feeling programmed by your.... Carry me away. Take me away from here. My head has got the best of me again. But now I'm
Please spare me. How long do we have to hear you speak? It's always the same, your self-centered game. It means nothing to this short existence. So play
Sometimes hope dwells in the darkness waiting to be found. With bitter tears we fight through days that do not seem to end. But finding purpose in the
Look into this heart the only part of me that\'s still in tact From hates supremacy moment for moment, I breathe life It tastes so bitter sweet the child
Where is the man who came around? I pulled him down, I pulled him down Where is the man who drank then drowned? I pulled him down, I pulled him down,
Can you still be moved by song or are you too far gone? It\'s all there but I refuse to believe the negativity will tear away you life Unanswered questions
You can't miss the weakness in your eyes A train of thought uncompromising Seeking a life of perfection Crushing all those in your way You think you deserve
Here's to your interrogation of the way we choose to be. And here's to my examination of your false prophet heresy. The work of idle minds. Those who
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