Back from the Grave

In a white room Where the grass would grow And the music was slow All the pleasure and pain Washed away like the rain And babies are born And monsters are born Memories fade Like a thief in the night They try to put out the light When I look at the s

I am reborn I have seen the light I was lost but now I'm found Judgement Day is soon to come Sinners beware and bow down I see them in the streets Speaking to no one Weak in their mind and weak in their hearts So convincing to themself I've seen the