depth Where only I paint your eyes... You go away humiliated You go away cold You go away cal my crazy And from you black eyes Blood flows down Turning
, deeper down Didn't think it could get any blacker The cold bites, the pressure builds I think I no longer matter Can't tell if my eyes are open or
perpetual Christian guilt. He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation. Let it be known that he alone is Christ, Those who dare emulate him
the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt. He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation. Let it be known that he alone is Christ, Those who dare
have to hobble If I'm in the land of the dead Then it's when I open my eyes Everyday I keep opening my eyes, hoping you die Maybe that could release the agony
lived in endless pain Now I pay it back in spades Burning panic, ice cold fear is in their eyes Blood is the last thing that I see Sacrifice and agony
they have to hobble If I'm in the land of the dead Then it's when I open my eyes Everyday I keep opening my eyes, hoping you die Maybe that could release the agony
in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt. He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation. Let it be known that he alone is Christ, Those who
