Lyric Song 10 s: My skin is coldtransfusion with somebody morose and
Olddrop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and baredthe whoring angel rising
Now burning prayersmy silent time of losing
Chorus
My foes they can t destroy my body
Colliding slowlike life itself
Long for the blurwe cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirtdisgusted with my cheapness
Chorus
Reaching downstaring up at the forgiver
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