…On Failure Lyrics by Foreign Pain
In the spirit of new beginnings, this is starting to feel a lot like home
Thirty pieces to Judas, and only death to Job
Stagger on through this dead march song;
Woke when the record skipped
Prayed to God it would kill me. Please forgive me, even though I’m undeserving
Set the stage; light the fuse; don’t give a f#ck if it’s death you choose
Set the stage; light the fuse; hold the rope while I tie thе noose
Old news, old blues, nеw breath
No saint safe from a cursed death
No sinner free from the bones he’s kept
Set me ablaze
Set me ablaze for the hurt I’ve left
Set me ablaze; nothing left
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Foreign Pain Lyrics – …On Failure