Sinner's Exile
you seek retribution but you leave with no courage inside
you’re looking to fill the hole in you, but you love having an empty mind
you say you can see now but in reality you are horribly blind
you think you know who has a heart so cold its mine
you hold on to all you have when all you have is a wicked mind
ask me to show you how to change but I cannot help to change a soul that’s dead and confined
you wear that mask just to hide
just to hide all the hatred you hold inside
how can you see with eyes sewn shut and no light to see is in sight
you confide in ignorance, you’re asinine actions defile
in misery pain knows no boundaries and love is constricted all the while
hide in that god forsaken wasteland you call hallowed ground
come into me and be true to your wicked mind now you’re mine and I am your sweet cyanide
for the rest of time you will sit on the throne in a self inflicted perdition
you can call it sinners exile
Copyright © Jacob Frey | Year Posted 2014
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