| A lifelong list of Sundays, wrapped up with a bow | |
| Justifies the greatest answers, that you may never know | |
| The fallen is the viper, reap now what you sow | |
| Screaming from the mountain tops, let his people go | |
| He's down, in hot damnation, | |
| So down like you'll never know | |
| Going down to sweet temptation | |
| Let his people go | |
| In the eternal brood of liar | |
| In the catastrophic fold | |
| Count yourself amongst them | |
| The goal is your soul | |
| On the other side of sanity | |
| Where the goodness dare not go | |
| Count yourself amongst them | |
| The goal is your soul | |
| A lifelong list of blessings, didn't go too far | |
| And all the instinct you were given, wishing on that star | |
| The fallen have your hope and love, the viper never trust | |
| Know they are exchangeable, as you clean away the dust | |
| He's down, in hot damnation, | |
| So down you'll never know | |
| Going down to sweet temptation | |
| Let his people go | |
| All forgiveness flying, screams to fill the air | |
| A lifelong full of blessings rendered, didn't work out fair | |
| All forgiveness lying, screams to fill the hole | |
| A lifelong full -- of blessings given | |
| And the goal is still your soul |
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