Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is - TopicsExpress



          

Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band thats G.O.O.D. `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way Im yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And Im not afraid to die.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 18:20:41 +0000

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