Atone

Stale insurance
Clog the streets to entertain
Restless burden
Hire a bird to ask you if
Do your gardens forbid me from
The tales I've heard of kingdoms come
Parade me out I feel atoned
My jury won't forbid me from
Inch to breathless
Maybe ill drown in my own filth
Waste assurance
Only a deity can ask you if
Do your gardens forbid me from
The tales I've heard of kingdom come
Parade me out I feel atoned
My jury won't forbid me from
Forbid me from
Forbid me from
Forbid me from
Sanity was greeting from
Essential roots that I have dumped
Painting the room I gave birth from
I can't atone for what I've done
What I've done
what I've done
what I've done
Inch to breathless
Maybe I'll drown in my own filth
waste assurance
All the rage is hired guilt
Do your gardens forbid me from
The tales I've heard of kingdom come
parade me out I feel atoned
my jury won't forbid me from
Forbid me from
Forbid me from
forbid me from



Credits
Writer(s): Beckett Cantwell, Dylan Eckhart, John Faetanini
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