The Demons have returned
slowly but surely
they are taking over
And my angel is here no more
For I've Wronged Her
There is no going back from what I've done
Only one direction:
forward
Onward I must march:
The army of me, myself and I.
Hindered by mass
desertion and suicide, we
press onward.
Our Waterloo is near.
We must decide if we want to be imprisoned by Helena the Saint.
Or if we should beg for forgiveness by those we've have transgressed.
Because forgiveness is next to godliness
I pray
Every morning and night
There isn't a waking hour that goes by
that I don't think of the
gaping hole in my
heart
Because
what I've done is
abominable and unacceptable and I know
that I am just groveling at your feet
But if there is one thing I cannot live without
it's you
slowly but surely
they are taking over
And my angel is here no more
For I've Wronged Her
There is no going back from what I've done
Only one direction:
forward
Onward I must march:
The army of me, myself and I.
Hindered by mass
desertion and suicide, we
press onward.
Our Waterloo is near.
We must decide if we want to be imprisoned by Helena the Saint.
Or if we should beg for forgiveness by those we've have transgressed.
Because forgiveness is next to godliness
I pray
Every morning and night
There isn't a waking hour that goes by
that I don't think of the
gaping hole in my
heart
Because
what I've done is
abominable and unacceptable and I know
that I am just groveling at your feet
But if there is one thing I cannot live without
it's you
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