Revision Revise - A Bullet For Pretty Boy

we are at the end of the rope

with nowhere to run

we can blame it on ourselves

we are the blind

Scriptures have revealed the facts

Satan has a hold of us we found a reason to believe

grasp this truth

behold the truth

we sit and wait for the worst to come

we have to claim what’s ours

rebuke the wicked

and break these chains

nothing can hold us down

appalled by the truth

what’s a lie

we sit and wait for the worst to come

we have to claim what is ours

open your heart

my words wont be hollow