Lost dreams come on us
As evening died, it will honor heavenly human
The goddamn lie cocaine can't quiet the conscience
But yes, it's trowed, it's the dogma of deletion
With the .45 in your
She never thought much of herself
That she could write more than bookburners that rot herself
In lonesome episodes
On the outside of the once romantic home
Wash away my sin
We dissolve the family den
The rapture screen that showed the end
Will my clarity stay? (On the cards)
Nectary, never so ripe
But the body's unclean
My body's unclean
Spirit (Wash away my penance)
Disciplined the pocketbook line
I've spent every dream
I've spent everything
Father
Wash away my sin
Left a dollar for a dime
Sold the vineyard for a vine
Traded armies for life
Maker of me
Wash away my sin
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