Salvation is lying underground, redemption still lingers overhead
It dries the tongue with a bitter sound, guilt knows no rest until the bearer's dead
Your cold hard hands just pull me under
These depths become more familliar
The more I wash ashore once more
Next time I'm down, don't let go
Your god doesn't live here. - uploaded via http://www.mp32u.net/
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