Twilight of Believing in Sin
This is the twilight of believing in sin
Open up your arms we're naked
Everyone enter in
But when come home at night
The demons still cling to you
Oh the world of the twilight of sin
In my mind there is a darkness
Shining out through the light
In the deepest dungeons of my mind
Lord are they right?
Lord what is right?
I go down into a darkened basement
See that shaded face staring back at me
It's the dark face that I've grown into
Is it me?
Oh is it me?
This is the twilight of believing in sin
Open up your arms we're naked
Everyone enter in
But when you come home at night
Something isn't right
In the twilight of a world of sin
There's a man living on the edge of the city
And his mind has gone to smithereens
And he sits there
Making crosses
And he dreams
And he dreams
In my dreams I scream at my father
Sometimes wrestle with my Lord
And I tell myself I don't need no redemption
Waking up on some stranger's floor
This is the twilight of a world of sin
Is there anything left to confess?
Where will I begin?
When you come home at night
The past it still clings to you
In the twilight of a world of sin
Open up your arms we're naked
Everyone enter in
But when come home at night
The demons still cling to you
Oh the world of the twilight of sin
In my mind there is a darkness
Shining out through the light
In the deepest dungeons of my mind
Lord are they right?
Lord what is right?
I go down into a darkened basement
See that shaded face staring back at me
It's the dark face that I've grown into
Is it me?
Oh is it me?
This is the twilight of believing in sin
Open up your arms we're naked
Everyone enter in
But when you come home at night
Something isn't right
In the twilight of a world of sin
There's a man living on the edge of the city
And his mind has gone to smithereens
And he sits there
Making crosses
And he dreams
And he dreams
In my dreams I scream at my father
Sometimes wrestle with my Lord
And I tell myself I don't need no redemption
Waking up on some stranger's floor
This is the twilight of a world of sin
Is there anything left to confess?
Where will I begin?
When you come home at night
The past it still clings to you
In the twilight of a world of sin
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Writer(s): James Robert Franks
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