Lyrics
Long days make a false god sleep in a cage
Long periods of time lead to an artificial deity being confined
Dry your eyes off, blame the bad taste
Stop crying and attribute dissatisfaction to a poor experience
Be a bad face; give a bad name
Present an unpleasant façade and tarnish a reputation
You stare at the future and laugh while you wait
Observing what lies ahead and finding humor in the anticipation
In hell there are no subtleties, just bastards and trophies
Hell lacks subtlety, only containing detestable individuals and objects of achievement
You wanna wash that blood off
Desire to cleanse oneself from guilt associated with bloodshed
You wanna show your hands that they're wrong
Wanting to prove innocence despite involvement in wrongdoing
You wanna wash that blood off
Desire to cleanse oneself from guilt associated with bloodshed
You break the skin but it's not enough
Causing injury but finding it insufficient for absolution
You wanna wash that blood off
Desire to cleanse oneself from guilt associated with bloodshed
You wanna show your hands that they're wrong
Wanting to prove innocence despite involvement in wrongdoing
You wanna wash that blood off
Desire to cleanse oneself from guilt associated with bloodshed
You break the skin but it's not enough now
Inflicting harm but finding it insufficient for absolution
Lose heart
Feel disheartened
Lose heart
-Lose your hardened heart and let grace redeem your soul
Release your toughened heart and allow grace to save your soul
No sin leaves the body whole
No transgression leaves a person unchanged
No rest for the un-atoned
No respite for those not absolved of their sins
No bones can bear the weight of stone
No support for enduring immense burdens
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