Rely on the Risen

Tearing the cyanide out of me
Bending out of the wreck with a looming threat
I hang around the moon until the night adopts me
In this dim lit room we discuss and we bring God in
Opposing counsel I stayed until the last of us was taken out

My guilt demands to be felt
My fear demands me as well



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Writer(s): James Vegliante
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