Holy
You're a poor unfortunate soul
You're dead inside
Hoping to God forgiveness
Thinking it would make you whole
But its only the beginning.
Telling God you're sins that you did over again
It means nothing because its like you broke promises.
I've love, I've lost and I don't need no tears
I regret enough, I'm starting to have fears of what's to come after our death.
I'm a broken record that don't need a guitar
But I need something playing before my hearing go a far.
I'm tired of having...bad luck
I'm a poor unfortunate soul
That's gone through enough.
"You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong but simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God"
