Road Of Guilt


I'm traveling down the road of guilt
all my crimes could be put into a quilt
my back is growing heavy, my arms are growing weak,
my thoughts are moving slowly
my voice can hardly speak,
I would ask God to help me but I'm afraid that he won't
because I broke all of his rules of the do's and the don'ts
I'm lost in the time of space, I've lost
my real face, I feel as if God has thrown me
from his gates, I'm traveling down the road of guilt
I'm traveling down my blood is Split!

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