Sinergy

Christ with the decons and the chosen warriors

Pick me to hold the golden torches

I've bled in vein for your love

I've neverfelt the feeling of your touch

My son, your choice is free

So choose your path and enlighten the darkness

Mary's eyes begin to bleed

So bow down and feel the heat

Lights out, the venom of sin

The Devil's back and he's at it again

For twelve nights, three days

Your mother fucking grave

I held your hand and for the wicked, we pray

We Pray

Your fucking sinergy, is taking over me

Down on a bended knee

That what you want to see?

I'm not a fucking weak, quit making fun of me

I'll come with the wicked son and he'll make you bleed

So take lightly the things we say

I'm not a prophet just out here to pray

Knife wounds, wife wombs

Little children thoughts on the faces of tombs

Dead bofies of soliders, not warriors

Litter the Earth of their bones and the curses

Past presents the future now

Where will you be when you're looking back down?

So what you said you're coming after me

I keep on drowning at your apathy

Life is so unfair to me

Why is life unfair to me?