Not every misdeed gets punished in fact Many the guilty remain wholly intact Although severity varies and only one known Conscience keeps the list so that one day we may atone
One good turn may deserve another as said One amongst the many doesn't cancel the dept Secrets of the mind find places thoughts can be hid Where no mans kind and no one can ever be rid
When you're alone alone with your thoughts Honestly finds you, salvation is sought Realize the prison you've made a home To whom will you atone
Somebody somewhere is paying for our sins Not tied and crucified here and now in the world we live A crown of thorns bleeding the heads of those that we have touched When making amends is a selfish repent It doesn't mean all that much
Keeping up appearances is living well in a lie Pretending not to notice those who suffer as we get by Is anybody believing this picture that we paint Trying to hide the pain of those we left in our wake
If one is to find true peace within Use whatever you may But don't look to someone else to take your sins away Death bed confessions and holy remorse Only admission you lived your life on a selfish course
Who does the accounting when no considerations left What makes us think we can take advantage then a make up test There is the here the now the something that we all know exists What makes us think we get a chance to do it better when we see fit
When you're alone, alone with your thoughts Your honesty finds your salvation is sought You realize that prison you made a home
Somebody somewhere is paying for our sins Not tried and crucified here and now in the world we live A crown of thorns bleeding the heads of those that we have touched
When making amends is a selfish repent It doesn't mean all that much
[Solo:Jay]
Not every misdeed gets punished in fact Many the guilty remain wholly intact Though severity varies to only one known Conscience keeps the list so that one day we may atoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
