Tempter inside of me
pulling my heart strings


creator, recreate
creator, recreate

Cover your eyes this wont be (this won't be) a pretty site

Cover your eyes this wont be (this won't be) a pretty site

I mistake myself, for a machine
I mistake myself, for a machine

Teach me.. how to breathe
against the odds

What now lives inside of me
consumes what is left
of my, mind

I have left my soul on the floor
It's liquified i am draining

(Cover your eyes this wont be a pretty site)

Cover your eyes this wont be (this won't be) a pretty site
Cover your eyes this wont be (this won't be) a pretty site

Dear sinner, my savior.. dear sinner you're dead and gone
It's over you're meant to stay away. You're dead and gone
So take my wrongs away, ill find my right of way

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