Death Row

A book of truth, a God that lives on earth A written poem, herald of the end While we rise among the grapes and wine Books and omens Prophecies and blood Our beliefs Deciding our own fate Dancing little sparks of light Lost from the wind of the storm I should be dead but I am not Instead, I'm living my dream I'm trying not to believe in God But I keep lying to myself The death row waiting in the other side Is not going to free me from pain We're been watched by people on the moon Their heed in them, arising form of lune And instead we're taking lives to love and pray Books and omens Prophecies and blood Our beliefs Deciding our own fate Dancing little sparks of light Lost from the wind of the storm I should be dead but I am not Instead, I'm living my dream I'm trying not to believe in God But I keep lying to myself The death row waiting in the other side Is not going to free me from pain Dancing little sparks of light Lost from the wind of the storm I should be dead but I am not Instead, I'm living my dream I'm trying not to believe in God But I keep lying to myself The death row waiting in the other side Is not going to free me from pain