Letras
Forgiving and forgetting is a crucial part of life
The poor man learns how to kiss your feet and hate you in disguise
It's a moral masquerade, sinners dressed up as saints
In the pink sky built on broken dreams and the lies you used to hate
No faith in retribution, no prophet, no believer
What used to be a war cry is now barely a whisper
My black heart is torn apart by the splinter of the man I used to be
Paralyzed, empathized as my black dog is baptized
The loser redemption starts when the Catholic's to core
A Madonna ain't always holy but a whore is still a whore
And you stand before a God without a son to die for your sins
With imaginary guilt and shame itching beneath crystal-made skin
No faith in retribution, no prophet, no believer
What used to be a war cry is now barely a whisper
My black heart is torn apart by the splinter of the man I used to be
Paralyzed, empathized as my black dog is baptized
No faith in retribution, no prophet, no believer
What used to be a war cry is now barely a whisper
My black heart is torn apart by the splinter of the man I used to be
Paralyzed, empathized as my black dog is baptized