#sinons thoughts

Chorus x2-3 (softly slowly) Through it all, through it all My eyes are on You Lord Through it all, through it all It is well with me.

Bring back hollow reputations. It's giving me what I desire. And I desire to find the words you need to hear. Kill. Kill. Kill. Your demons. Face. Face. Face. Your fears. Fight. Fight. With no discretion. Die. Die. Die. Alone. I am the messenger; I am the one you trust with your last breath. And you're missing the point. You're missing the point of these words. You've caused the blood that's on your hands. I hope you see your own life flash before your eyes. And find that point, in your life when you realize. That there's something that you've lost. And something went terribly wrong. With your last breath, until your lungs collapse. I am the messenger; I am the one you trust with your last breath. And I'm betting you'll find, I'm betting you'll find a way to. Why aren't you trying to escape? You say you need a great purpose I say you need to see what's coming

If the strength acquired from the pain I keep locked inside, Will someday softly cover the future, then... Now, without a second thought, pull the trigger on this inconsistent world. Softly, softly, embracing this red tears-covered sorrow, In order for the sound of the beginning, to take the place of my reverberated impulses. Distorted noises echoing through my ears; Gradually devouring up my memories. But even if I sent my prayers, and only stood stock still, It wouldn't make a difference. Even my heart's quivering sounds, are undoubtedly growing weaker. So before the palely shining flame goes out. Now, tossing all fear away, I'll unshackle this version of me, that's still frightened by the past. Putting my faith in tomorrow, I'll smash down the rusted door. Just like my strained feelings, cutting through the silent darkness. As the shooting stars flicker, The world will be born once more And once I see the curtains rise across the night sky, then, surely.. Now, without a second thought, pull the trigger on this inconsistent world. Softly, softly, embracing this red tears-covered sorrow, In order for the sound of the beginning, to take the place of my reverberated impulses.