Sermons on ending times

Let's stop preteding you and I
this war is all we care
I should have known you'd betray
Your soul

Listen to my words
As I lay here to die
Listen to my words
As I lay here dying
I lay here dying!!

If there's one way to get out I'll find you
If there's truth in your tears I'll reach you
This not will pump blood in thw veins of this city

Makes easier going to hell when you know that
You don't belong omong the rats, but you get
harder to burn and when you finally consume
you smell like flowers and not pig slime

Listen to my words
As I lay here to die
Listen to my words
As I lay here dying
I lay here dying!! If there's one way to get out I'll find you
If there's truth in your tears I'll reach you
This not will pump blood in thw veins of this city (X2)

"Pray"
And I believe that
The word will save your soul...
The end is near...
Be silent and listen to the door..

Some people say when they lock him up
A dark cloud stood grieving in the skies
Some say it's not natural for a cloud
To groan and growl

They say she couldn't take it
He knows she couldn't handle it
And that cloud hasn't stop
Striking lightning since he found out
And that cloud hasn't stop
Striking lightning since he found out