Tempter inside of me
Pulling my heart strings
Creator, recreate
Creator, recreate
Cover your eyes this wont be (this won’t be) a pretty site
Cover your eyes this wont be (this won’t be) a pretty site
I mistake myself, for a machine
I mistake myself, for a machine
Teach me. how to breathe
Against the odds
What now lives inside of me
Consumes what is left
Of my, mind
I have left my soul on the floor
It’s liquefied I am draining
(Cover your eyes this wont be a pretty site)
Cover your eyes this wont be (this won’t be) a pretty site
Cover your eyes this wont be (this won’t be) a pretty site
Dear sinner, my savior. dear sinner you’re dead and gone
It’s over you’re meant to stay away. You’re dead and gone
So take my wrongs away, I’ll find my right of way.