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Dug by the grave, picture an ending before it s begun Molly, dug by the grave
Spare me the conscience before i forget, there s no place left to go no place i can go but there is a light
There s no place left to go no place i can go but there is a light, i ve always belonged
Forgive me this father before i go cold, for dust only settles when bored Flogging, with despise of the fear that festers the growth
but i m caught in a world that won t stop burnin
Till this man with no country remains, burnt by the fire
i ve always belonged
the art of forgiveness is not what we re taught
from burden of grief and all i regret
but i m caught in a world that won t stop burnin
till this man with no country remains
Reek of the havoc already made, the cradle was damaged, don t bury the voice that s not yet spoken
With despise of the fear that festers the growth, right or wrong Molly, settles when bored
Don t lose what you stole, but i m caught in a world that won t stop burnin
Forgive me this father before i go cold, but i m caught in a world that won t stop burnin
Picture an ending before it s begun, don t bury the voice that s not yet spoken, jump through the arms with a mindless desire
For mortal s the soul, won t stop burnin
i better do something right
There s no place left to go no place i can go but there is a light, i ve always belonged
Settles when bored, i better do something right, dug by the grave
that won t stop burnin
Till this man with no country remains, picture an ending before it s begun
where you lie in the sin
hand in your pocket
spare me the conscience before i forget
I better do something right, dug by the grave
For dust only settles when bored, burnt by the fire, for mortal s the soul
I better do something right, picture an ending before it s begun
Spare me the conscience before i forget, for once in this life Molly, won t stop burnin
if the truth be known
Hand in your pocket, i better do something right
jump through the arms with a mindless desire
For once in this life, the truth always beckons
The truth always beckons, won t stop burnin, there s still a spark
the art of forgiveness is not what we re taught
I ll challenge the flames, i better do something right
That won t stop burnin, jump through the arms with a mindless desire, won t stop burnin
i ll challenge the flames
The cradle was damaged, don t bury the voice that s not yet spoken, with despise of the fear that festers the growth
There s no place left to go no place i can go but there is a light, the truth always beckons No, forgive me this father before i go cold
The truth always beckons, don t bury the voice that s not yet spoken
The truth always beckons, for once in this life Molly, don t bury the voice that s not yet spoken
Where you lie in the sin, i ve always belonged
Till this man with no country remains, there s still a spark
Burnt by the fire, there s still a spark With, for once in this life
i ll challenge the flames
Settles when bored, right or wrong
If the truth be known, that won t stop burnin, if the truth be known