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• Artiste: Whitechapel
• Titre: Murder Sermon
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Father I have sinned Forgive me for I don't know what to do I have become devoid of faith I am devoid of faith As I mutter these words into his ear His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith In the one who's faulty life he helped erased He tells me that he can make things right I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes This is a cold blooded crime But it just feels so right The upper hand is mine And so is his life On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty Now overthrown to be silenced by violence This is not the devil's work This is my murder sermon, proven to be real Murder sermon Murder sermon On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty Now overthrown to be silenced by violence This is not the devil's work This is my murder sermon, proven to be real I cannot be changed You're the one to blame Stare into the face Of the one you can't save So now you've taken all you can ingest I rip your still beating heart from your chest Look me in the eye as you take your last breath I hope your soul never rests I cannot be changed You're the one to blame Stare into the face Of the one you can't save