Gospel

The clawing hollow The casting shadow Cut away the soul In words "so long" I've been waiting Here still seething Long live the liar I cut away I turn the page Eviserate They don't ever want to see They don't ever want to be I cut away I turn the page Eviserate They don't ever want to see their fault at all Don't push my back against the wall bitch I've got a grip that would tell 'em off The circumstance circumvent to break the mould No tolerance, come again defend the throne Don't condescend, comprehend what I behold Deliverance come on face the wayward soul