Blinded Colony

The perfect God makes perfect laws to fit his perfect creation; the man Apparently not He died for your sins, he died so you may sin Murder ends with murder ends with murder Reputations like the mirror blinding you We all know the sun of the whisperi

This very day you`ll take a last breathe and leave me I`ve scrubbed myself `til bleed I cannot make the tiniest mistake, `cos you`ll stab me You turn lambs to murderers What? Who shut the light? My halo used to shine all bright! But now... I`ve dug o

Are you there, dear old friend? I really miss you 'Cos I can't feel your beats unless my hand's on my chest Guidance, please! Now don't you shut down again Your guidance ceased and I fell down, I still don't stand Dear old friend where have you gone?