Cursed Reasoning

Entombed in the passage

The passage, the masses

Entombed in the masses the masses

My lady

Build it up with broken bones

Broken bones, tombs and stones

Build it up with broken bones

Broken bones

I'm tired of fuckin immoral stories

In the mixing pot

It's all a game of Russian roulette

Unload the moon clip

Watch the walls go red

Don't you feel full of sin

Reading this to your kids

Don't you feel full of sin

Burning up to your skin

Don't you feel full of sin

Reading this to your kids

Don't you feel full of sin

Burning up to your skin

Wait a second

Try reaching into these walls there's nothing but a bunch of graves

Such a sad story but in the end

Nothing they could do to be saved

I remember how these walls fucked with my head

End of the day nothing said

But I'll tell you one thing

I am the sun reprised of doom

I am the one