heathen
Get cut fought well
Dogs come hound me
Leave this sacred place
Hands wont leave my face
God save me
Give unto me
Sinners roam rats through hollow places bother me
I cant begin to confess these sins that follow me
Forth
My hands have dirt from the beating of the liars drum
My brow is wept for the people who live close to sun
All - i - want - is - to get away
Writer/s: ANGRYMOB
