Impending Doom

Children Of Wrath
Take a bite of the sickness (Sickness) And feel the rush of your desire When you act upon your urges (Urges) So begins a period of decent Deception I am a tainted man With a wretched mind I am ashamed of myself again and again I don't need another pointed finger I don't want to hide Just to find myself I come to you filthy Take a bite of the sickness And feel the rush Save me Save me Save me Because I can't save myself I hate religion I DON'T NEED A CULT! The world doesn't need any more fakes I have committed cosmic plagiarism I was a self-proclaimed god A mirror image of a cheap imitation Letras de cancionesThose we thought were on top Quickly fall to the bottom When judgment drops In death, shame fills the black And immortal soul We were never meant to save ourselves I hate religion I DON'T NEED A CULT! The world doesn't need any more fakes So I walk a new path No one chooses for me From Letras Mania