Theocracy
The Wages of Sin
Sin ripped apart my family like a jackal on the carcass of a beastExposing all the vultures who were waiting in the wings to join the feastDescending like spiders, preparing to poison your preyYou smile on the outside while planning a way to make the guilty payBut the payment is madeWho would feast upon disgrace?Well I don't know, I don't want to knowBlackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sinDeath has kissed the lives we knewSo isn't that enough for you?The price was paid, and no one has to pay it againFor the payment is madeThe payment is madeDeath and devastation are the natural consequences of sinEnough for any man to bear, even without your thinly-veiled revengeYou hand a glass of water to a man who's beginning to drownYou reach out your hand like you care, but only push him further downBut the payment is madeWho would feast upon disgrace?Well I don't know, I don't want to knowBlackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sinDeath has kissed the lives we knewSo isn't that enough for you?Letras de cancionesThe price was paid, and no one has to pay it againFor the payment is madeThe payment is madeRestoration, lifting up the fallenEdifying is our higher callingIf we fail to reconcile our brothersThen we only serve to tear each other downDeath has kissed the lives we knewSo isn't that enough for you?The price was paid, and no one has to pay it againFor the payment is madeThe payment is made
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