 I watch you at night
Through my pictured window of the world
On a canvas made of flesh
I watch you with your children's blood on my chin
I wait and mourn for the death of time
My time
I wait
*NOOOOO*
*RISE(?)*
The moon comes down to meet me
The wolves gather 'round, yes, to greet me
Come.
Beneath the changing skies that will be dying on soon
I fall on my knees before your blood-streaked, paegan boots
Yes, I am yours. Consume me, reaping what I sow
Lets the wolves eat what is left of my pathetic soul
Yeeaahh, all right
The moon comes down to meet me
The wolves gather 'round, they gather round to eat me
Right now
Beneath the grim face of the boots streaked with the blood of God
I have touched the naked son that watches all of us
You are the God-forsaken
I am living sin.
I walk among you with your children's blood on my chin (on my chin)
Kill this thing that holds you behind
Kill the pain. Kill the shame.
Baptised in my own blood, yeah
Take the gun
Put in in my mouth
Pull the fucking trigger and blow my brains out
Yes you kill. We kill... you. Feel no pain (no pain)
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