UndoneMature

Religious persecution of any kind is a hate crime.

I’m not your Jesus Christ

My nails go deeper than that

I’ll turn your ashes to wine

Yet I am nothing

To anyone who would say

That they would kneel down and pray

For my salvation but oh there’s no forgiveness

 

I’m so high I cannot die

And I wish that you were here to see me

Your eyes are dead, it seems you’re dreaming

And I fear that you will never leave me

 

I m not the villainous one

The Devil or his son

I’ll turn your wine into blood

To feed the Hunger

So let me crawl into you

So I can walk you through

What you’re expected to do

And that is suffer

 

Razor to the skin

Blood to the tongue

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

How does it feel

Burn like the sun

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

Peel back the sin

And we are one

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

Your darkest fear

Can't be outrun

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

 

Hate - I’ve got a secret

Pain  - I wish to share with you

Hate - Something inside of me

Pain - Is crawling this way

Hate - I’ve got a secret

Pain  - I wish to share with you

Hate - Something inside of me

Pain - Is crawling it’s way

Through - Hate

Through - Pain

My muses wear such a wicked skin

Hate

Pain

Burn down the room you’re standing in

 

Razor to the skin

Blood to the tongue

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

How does it feel

Burn like the sun

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

Peel back the sin

And we are one

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

Your judgement’s here

The web is spun

You made me what I am today

I’m undone

The End

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