False God by Pipe Bomb

Long days make a false god sleep in a cage.
Dry your eyes off; blame the bad taste.
Be a bad face; give a bad name.
You stare at the future and laugh while you wait.

In Hell, there are no subtleties, just bastards and trophies.

You wanna wash that blood off?
You wanna show your hands that they’re wrong?

You wanna wash that blood off?
You break the skin but it’s not enough.

You wanna wash that blood off?
You wanna show your hands that they’re wrong?

You wanna wash that blood off?
You break the skin but it’s not enough now.

Lose heart.
Lose heart.
Lose your hardened heart and let grace redeem your soul.

No sin leaves the body whole.
No rest for the un-atoned.

No bones can bear the weight of stone.

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