The Providence
The Book of Death
GENRE Failure to Reconcile
Demonized by design
No more answered prayers
Blood stained on your hand
Holding the sky from falling down
Deliver us from the evil one
You made us on earth as it is hell
I am no body no one cares
You fight the peace with violence You
Need a gun cause no one listens to you
I cross my heart and hope you die
Remember you give an eye for an eye
Your time is up. Now is your turn
Demonized by design
No more answered prayers
Blood stained on your hand
Holding the sky from falling down
Deliver us from the evil one
You made us on earth as it is hell
I am no body no one cares
You fight the peace with violence You
Need a gun cause no one listens to you
I cross my heart and hope you die
Remember you give an eye for an eye
Your time is up. Now is your turn
No comments:
Post a Comment