To Rid Myself Of Truth

I breathe the air stained in blood
As I sink into the river of my sins
Where should I even begin?

To rid myself of truth

With crooked teeth
I built my empire
Just to watch it fall
Burning chapters as I ruin lives
Hiding behind crimson-stainedeyes

With disbelief
These graves I keep
Will feed the grief
The guilt encrusted on my rotting hands
Proves how unworthy I am

To rid myself of truth

I wander through my heart's hell
For the perfect stories to tell
In the river of my sins
Where do I begin?

Where angels die
I come alive
Repent, repent, repent
I'm conquering the world
As my angels die

My angels died again
They all died by my hand
And now they're nailed to their cross

To rid myself of truth

By my hand
By my will
Be not afraid

Use your wings
To cover your eyes
Be not afraid to die
Be not afraid

The shrieks of two
The screams of one
The cries of none
They all die again

To rid myself of truth
Where do I begin?

Where angels die
I come alive
Repent, repent, repent
I'm conquering the world
As my angels die

Where angels die
I come alive
Where angels die
Repent, repent, repent

To rid myself of truth