Immortal Sin

Strapped down, shackled Chains won't bend Never once thought This is how it ends Poke and prod my mind This is outta line Broken thoughts on borrowed time Beaten bruised barely thirteen Mama said this is all a dream Burn my heart & soul On a floor so cold Whisper still and be growing old How will it end? This immortal sin My morals they bend For pure adrenaline Dirt to dust, I drank my fill Fearful fool and winner still Illicit thoughts and plans Cut these honest hands Crooks and creeps In the promised land How will it end? This immortal sin My morals they bend For pure adrenaline Pure adrenaline