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Shadows of Blood (My Secret Sin)

I've traveled this path Suffering the consequences of my lords wrath Yet I won't stumble My passion to susceed I refuse to fumble Squint my eyes to see through the battles of love But all I see is my reflection in the shadows of blood I'm thankful for this You have blessed and bestowed on me The comfort and warmness that have grown on me And right before I rest my thoughts "Our father which art in heaven" I now know why your favorite number is seven I hold my fists, my fingerprints, my palms Only for a touch of passion from your thumb Yes I'm the youngest born of nine children The only curse born outside the walls of Kilborne And exactly who is the chosen one Could it be the only idiots barechested opposing a gun Fame is something you, yourself adore A place to smile, be happy With jagged and jaded thrills is something I'd die for I'm that raisen in bitter bread That single sin That came from those that were innocently fed Mrs. Brown, you have killed my future Everything I worked and hurt for Even if I was a peasant, I couldn't beg for more I'm curious to know How do you sleep at night Your only objective now is to feed the fight Swallow this poisonous seed built from your guilt And lie bleeding in the night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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