10's

My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and

old, drop into fruitless dying

It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising

Now burning prayers, my silent time of losingMy foes, they can't destroy my body

Colliding slow, like life itselfLong for the blur, we cannot dry much longer

Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapnessMy foes, they can't destroy my body

Colliding slow, like life itselfMy foes, they can't destroy my body

Colliding slow, like life itselfReaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)

Songwriters

ABBOTT, VINCENT PAUL/ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN/ABBOTT, DARRELL LANCE/BROWN, REX ROBERTPublished by

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