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
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