Pure Sincerity

Dying is easy
It's living that's hard
It's so disturbing to hear what you're fearing
Rain of terror, out in the cold

Give 'em what they want
Give 'em what they need

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity
It's what made me born from insanity, pure sincerity
Pure

Questions asked, the answers come quickly
Remorse can be so dangerous
Wolf in the fold, terror within
Out in the cold

Give 'em what they want
Give 'em what they need

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity
It's what made me born from insanity, pure sincerity

The things I am
The things that I've become
These wings of honor
Son
Father

Don't know if I can stand
Where I once fucking stood
If I could, if I could
Don't you think I fucking would?

Things to come it must be from the heart
Things to come
Are these the shadows of things from the past?
Are these the shadows of things to come?
Things to come, to come
Things to come
Where do we go? (Where do we go?)
Where do we go?

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity
It's what made me born from insanity, pure sincerity



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Spreitzer, Jeffrey Kendrick, John Boecklin, Bradley Fafara, Jonathan Miller
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