my blessings keep me from stressin' Jesus came, and died on the cross to save us from our sins, our sins The kingdom of heaven's at hand, how much to repent
Hut, hut, hut, hut Hut, hut, hut, hut Hut, hut, hut, hut Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut It's a grueling road to nowhere Sneaking out the bedroom Sleeping in
but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday ~{Chorus}~ ~{Verse 2}~ for a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters
And said, ?Paw, we just ain?t no good? We were heathens in their eyes at the time I guess I am just a heathen still And I never have repented from the
Servant of the self Fully engraved with living scars Dead and dreaming Empty Inside Road less traveled Distant worlds of harmony Repent no further
me, Cause I?ve been doooooooown, that road, so long. 3x Mims: I?m trying to clean up my ways Some times I feel like I can?t When I repent all my sins
So goodnight, I made it out the door Door, door, door, door After tonight, there will be no return After tonight, I'm taking off on the road I'm taking off on the road
Shoot me with the real thing Shoot me, me moth, me motha' Now's the time for you To get right and repent I've been converted Sit right there and get
? This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in Now you're outside me You see all the beauty Repent all your
order of the soul When they said repent repent I wonder what they meant When they said repent repent I wonder what they meant When they said repent repent
Lord, have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road That I'm down on all on my knees Lord, have mercy on me, please Ooh, yeah Jesus, I must
retirement now you don't know where the fire went Waste away, the future is charcoal Everything you make is reduced to a barcode Everyone mistakes, pain do's is a lost road
Like understanding life and why we here and some gone I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways The narrow road
This goes on... Before me lies a wounded soul A sprit at the end of a lonely road Such a cruel fate looms yet he has no fear As the sands of existence
Three weeks and you sold his space She said she's packing but it ain't over yet You will confess but you won't repent So, you ain't got a hope in hell
Goodbye Your pocket full of dreams Your mind in a daze Keep on chasing rainbows Fly high Leave the past behind The dark road you take bears no escape
. With its tradition of finance from the gentry The church has always been obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be
come I cannot think about the things That I have done It shouldn't take a foot to see That I believe Accept he consequence Repent for what I've done