Pull Your Praise

Pull your praise
From my chest for days
I can't see your face

Sell my lie
Craft my alibi
But I can't escape your eye

No mess, no song, it's too long
For my fate to inconvenience you
It's all I need; made to bleed
Take my disease, falling on my knees

No remorse
Left with no recourse
Sell my sinful seed, it's yours

Dig this hole
For my shattered soul
Giving up all my control

No mess, no song, it's too long
For my fate to inconvenience you
It's all I need; made to bleed
Take my disease, falling on my knees

Dig this hole
For my shattered soul
Giving up all my control



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Miles Smith
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