Manners - Stigmata | Текст песни

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So this is hell?
I Imagined that there’d be more sinners than saints
The road to hell is paved with the best intentions
Don’t cry, don’t open your eyes,
I've been running my mouth just to feed the flies
I've been taking my time to find a reason why there’s holes in my hands and blood in my smile
I've been buying my time just to feed the fire
I've been burning my feet on the ashes of men I loved.
FUCK!
The road to hell is paved with the best intentions
Some of the best things i've done were for the worst fucking reasons
So I sit on the banks of the seven circles contemplating my sins and the weight of the things that I've done
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is the fire, all I see is the ice
All my prayers have gone unanswered
Now i'm serving my time, alone.

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