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Artiste : Backxwash
Titre : Songs of Sinners
[Backxwash]
I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods
I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love
I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods
I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love

[Backxwash]
I ask my soul forgiveness
Lord has given many chances
I show no commitment
Broken, whittling, cold descriptions
I see Holy Spirits
More ambitious, no magicians
Corpus Christi, old religion
Honor system, lost and timid
And do y´all know guilty?
Pastor told me it is working
Gotta give my life for life
He keeps showing me it´s hurting
I still feel like it´s for him
He´s so cold and is determined
I see sorrow in his mojo as these poems inked in cursive

Should I follow till tomorrow
Then mosey down to service?
Take a sip of this Ol´ Ricin
Mixed with codeine it´d be perfect
I see glory in conversion
I feel morbid as it worsens
I see horror in this person
But he told me there is purpose
Should we open these old verses
Read the story of the Earth?
I am holed up in this church
With these apocalyptic sermons
And I ain´t gon drink the kool-aid
Cause it´s over if it works
But I hate my life I´ll swallow it and gobble it, so perfect

[Sad13 on vocals, Ada Rook on guitar]

It´s a miracle or hoax
What sits at the back of my throat
And cuts to my soul
(Ohh, Ahh)
What´s knowable´s unknown
Who gets to the top of the throne?
I´m ready to learn
(Ohh, Ahh)

[Backxwash]
Open the door, don´t leave it shut
Toes on the floor, my knees in cuffs
Dragging myself to some help
With my damage of self
And it´s all with the baggage I´ve held
Chords are so sore, I´m screaming fuck
Summon the hoards, pick me up
Devils and Angels will fight for the rest of my soul

Lifeless in wake of the storm
I´ll probably never ever find peace
Give it five weeks for a fine sleep
Hotel room with a wine stink
Blinds creaked, couldn´t find me
Room service through the eye bleed
Who´s person on the ID?
News spreading, suicidey
Was anticipated didn´t think she´d make it
Like, damn

[Sad13, Ada Rook on guitar]
It´s a miracle or hoax
What sits at the back of my throat
And cuts to my soul
(Ohh, Ahh)
What´s knowable´s unknown
Who gets to the top of the throne?

I´m ready to learn
(Ohh, Ahh)