Nights chasing ghosts, asleep in the pews
Vacant and still, your arm in a noose
Pillar of salt, we can never look back
The lies we have led, we are cursed in our past
We are cursed in our past
We are cursed in our death
Vacant and still, your arm in a noose
Pillar of salt, we can never look back
The lies we have led, we are cursed in our past
We are cursed in our past
We are cursed in our death
A penance paid for in blood
The guilt staining my hands
My lover stolen from me
Thieving father be damned
No mercy on me
Myself and sins I detest
Devil lying in wait collecting his debts
No hope. No hope
Communion of saints, of bread, body and wine
Quiet and still, drinking me dry
God left here long ago, heavy lies a thorned crown
In pride and in spite, no faith to be found
We are cursed in our past
We are cursed in our death
A penance paid for in blood
The guilt staining my hands
My lover stolen from me
Thieving father be damned
No mercy on me
Myself and sins I detest
Devil lying in wait collecting his debts
Collecting his debts
Collecting his debts
No mercy on me
Myself and sins I detest
Devil lying in wait collecting his debts
No hope. No hope
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