SONG OF SINNERS

by Backxwash

From the album: I Lie Here Buried With My Rings and My Dresses

Duration: 04:45

I Lie Here Buried With My Rings and My Dresses cover art

Lyrics for SONG OF SINNERS

I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love I ask my soul forgiveness Lord has given many chances I show no commitment Broken, whittling, cold descriptions I see Holy Spirits More ambitious, no magicians Corpus Christi, old religion Honor system, lost and timid And do y'all know guilty? Pastor told me it is working God I give my life for life He keeps showing me it's hurting I still feel like it's for him He's so cold and is determined I see sorrow in his mojo as these poems inkеd in cursive Should I follow till tomorrow Then mosey down to sеrvice? Take a sip of this Ol' Ricin Mixed with codeine it'd be perfect I see glory in conversion I feel morbid as it worsens I see horror in this person But he told me there is purpose Should we open these old verses Read the story of the Earth? I am holed up in this church With these apocalyptic sermons And I ain't gon drink the kool-aid Cause it's over if it works But I hate my life I'll swallow it and gobble it, so perfect It's a miracle or hoax What sits at the back of my throat And cuts to my soul (Ohh, Ahh) What's knowable's unknown Who gets to the top of the throne? I'm ready to learn (Ohh, Ahh) Open the door, don't leave it shut Toes on the floor, my knees in cuffs Dragging myself to some help With my damage of self And it's all with the baggage I've held Chords are so sore, I'm screaming fuck Summon the hoards, pick me up Devils and Angels will fight for the rest of my soul Lifeless in wake of the storm I'll probably never ever find peace Give it five weeks for a fine sleep Hotel room with a wine stink Blinds creaked, couldn't find me Room service through the eye bleed Who's person on the ID? News spreading, suicidey Was anticipated didn't think she'd make it Like, damn It's a miracle or hoax What sits at the back of my throat And cuts to my soul (Ohh, Ahh) What's knowable's unknown Who gets to the top of the throne? I'm ready to learn (Ohh, Ahh)

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