King Virtue - Overture
Overture to God from meFollow the fate that I have made
Marinated in this mess
From the damn evil beast that haunts me
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil daze
The steeple is bleeding
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
Malice tends to raid my mind
Stirring up feelings I can't hide
Give me grief and give me guilt
Give me these feelings 'cause I've lived
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil daze
The steeple is bleeding
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
I'll just have to live my life
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil daze
The steeple is bleeding
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
They're back to their evil ways
The church is all empty
They're wearing their Sunday dresses
I'll just have to live my life
Written by:
King Virtue
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