Sinners

You're falling You're always falling Since your birth until your death All the demons hogging your guts Force yourself to sin! Your soul is collapsing Ones, a good guy, Has been found dismembered in a street That's the consequence of being a right gu

This is worst than a crime The blood flowing the ground Looks like the perfect rhyme Between Madness and art Killing shows us we are weak In front of God's punishing The time has come For suffering To feel frenzyness Living in a world without Pride a

All the saints, the sinners, and greats. Have always surrendered in their time of fate. I'll take my name and make history. Not being cowards they wanted for me. I'll retrace my steps. Find where I have fallen. Bury those trenches. Walking over with

Our lives are stores, waiting to be told In search of silver linings, we discovered gold And judgment taught us that our hearts were wrong But they're the ones that we'll look down upon The rules say our emotions don't comply But we'll defy the rules