Everything Is a Gift
I am an angry sinner in the hand God
Blessed with catharsis I grieve un alone
Mourning the death of my terraformed dreams
Heaven is now my home
Despair, depart from me
I have made meaning from misery
Despair, depart from me
I am an angry sinner in the hand God
Blessed with catharsis I grieve un alone
Mourning the death of my terraformed dreams
Heaven is now my home
The thorn in my side becomes a fruitful vine
Joy has grown from the seeds of sorrow
Suffering planted in me grows a sense of sympathy
Everything is a gift, from the love in our hearts
To the scars on our wrists
Everything is a gift
All my joy and all of my sorrow, I've abandoned all faith in tomorrow
I'll rejoice with every single breath as I yearn for the end
I'm an angry sinner being shaped like clay
Bits of the world are carved away
The hand of the craftsmen shows in his work
As I become a christ like effigy
Secular tumors strangling my soul
Sever them from me
I'm an angry sinner being shaped like clay
Bits of the world are carved away
The hand of the craftsmen shows in his work
As I become a christ like effigy
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
Everything is a gift, from the love in our hearts
To the scars on our wrists
Everything is a gift
All my joy and all of my sorrow, I've abandoned all faith in tomorrow
I'll rejoice with every single breath as I yearn for the end
This world has nothing for me
Blessed with catharsis I grieve un alone
Mourning the death of my terraformed dreams
Heaven is now my home
Despair, depart from me
I have made meaning from misery
Despair, depart from me
I am an angry sinner in the hand God
Blessed with catharsis I grieve un alone
Mourning the death of my terraformed dreams
Heaven is now my home
The thorn in my side becomes a fruitful vine
Joy has grown from the seeds of sorrow
Suffering planted in me grows a sense of sympathy
Everything is a gift, from the love in our hearts
To the scars on our wrists
Everything is a gift
All my joy and all of my sorrow, I've abandoned all faith in tomorrow
I'll rejoice with every single breath as I yearn for the end
I'm an angry sinner being shaped like clay
Bits of the world are carved away
The hand of the craftsmen shows in his work
As I become a christ like effigy
Secular tumors strangling my soul
Sever them from me
I'm an angry sinner being shaped like clay
Bits of the world are carved away
The hand of the craftsmen shows in his work
As I become a christ like effigy
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
The curse of man, becomes the blessing of God
Everything is a gift, from the love in our hearts
To the scars on our wrists
Everything is a gift
All my joy and all of my sorrow, I've abandoned all faith in tomorrow
I'll rejoice with every single breath as I yearn for the end
This world has nothing for me
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Filippone
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