The Fall Of Man

You will need more than prayers to cleanse humanity of this infection. Desiring what will one day destroy you. This infatuation will This infatuation will lead to your demise As you seek a way out of your life This. This is the world of the dead We a

the trees are burnt the grass is brown the sky turns red when the sun goes down for all the tears in God's green earth we haven't cracked in this old town 'cause we're holding on to youth and we're stubborn to the tooth the smell of dread and burning