The Black Heart Rebellion
crawling low and eating dust
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Oh sinnerman, you nesteld quit deep into my chest
And I have grown close to you, for better or for worse.
Sinnerman, sinnerman
Oh sinnerman, I know all that roams must come home
But why am I still feeding on the serpents that you bear
Sinnerman, sinnerman
Why am I still kneeling for the cross that I wear
Why am I still feeding on the serpents that you bear
Sinnerman
I grew cold to you