Sinners rejoice, you’re not alone. I’ve come to reap what I have sewn. Sinners rejoice you’re not alone. Can’t change the seeds from which we’re grown. Been haunted by the same old ghosts. Red lips, white teeth, and they smell of smoke. So I curse the heavens, reveal my maddest edges. Up on mountains where trees can’t breathe so they rot. I try to break this curse. I’m more trouble than I’m worth. I try to break this curse. I rework navigation, Design my constellations. A cartographer mapping the dark. Count your blessings while I count sheep, While you’re resting, I can’t sleep. My empty heart, my will is weak. While you’re resting, I can’t sleep. So I curse the heavens,reveal my maddest edges. Up on mountains where trees can’t breathe so they rot. Tempt not a desperate man with ripe fruit in barren lands. Tempt not a desperate man. I rework navigation, Design my constellations. A cartographer mapping the dark. Count your blessings while I count sheep, While you’re resting, I can’t sleep. My empty heart, my will is weak. While you’re resting, I can’t sleep. I’ve spent years losing nights purging poison from my vile vices. Swallow blood til my stomach aches, feed the wolves til they asphyxiate. I gave em hell. I shook the foundations. Those who knew me well will skip my procession.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
