For the Love of God, Pt. 2

You made on me
You made on me
On
Me
On
Me
You
Made
On
Me

These are the last words I will speak
See it as the sentence of unholy deceit
As we stand our allegiance
To a god
Do you confess we fucked up

Fuck

I

Am

A shell man of the man was then

I

Am

A shell man of the man was then

Oh

Misery

Misery

Mi - se - ry

Mi - se - ry

A wicked man lays in his burning pain all of his days
A thousand needles pry into his motherfucking brain
And every time he tries to move on he gets called out by his name
The light, he reaches, but it slowly fades away

And as our story ends
The closing door on your chest
It Shuts tight, no rewinds, it's all in the past

Feel my heart
Pick my brain
Can you feel the impact that you impact that we made?



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Brokke
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