Line of Corpses

I've done too many bad things

I'm going to the desert and I beg

You to forgive me

Forgive me

It's not that easyOut here in the fields

There is our home

Out here in the fields

Where we are bornWe will all die in a line of corpses

Line of corpses

Line of corpsesWhat are you doing here

I want you to forgive meI've done too many bad things

I'm going to the desert and I beg

You to forgive me

Before i go

Forgive meOut in the fields

Where we are born

Will you see the morning to come

Where we are born

Maybe you will see the morning to comeHate me blind me it's all my fault

But not God's