Memories
Of Jamborees
Enemies of victories
Disturbances
Of consequences
Why do i see all these
The smell of all that sin still lingers
And yet all that is in the past
I see the blood
Falling to the sink
Soon there will be
No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things
Rinse off my soul
Heal me of the guilt I bear
All I’ve seen
Gave me all these scars
I would heal
If I was not a monster
So pray for me, before you idolize me
I may not be all that I seem
The smell of all that sin still lingers
And yet all that is in the past
I see the blood
Falling to the sink
Soon there will be
No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things
Rinse off my soul
Heal me of the guilt I bear
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