Hot Buttered Bland - A State of Contrition

I've lived a life I could never conceive
I've left behind some debris
But deep inside this iniquity
Cuts to the bone

I fight it in my head
And I churn it up until it fills me
Contrition, contrition

Now's the time to face the facts
To tell you I am culpable
Take my head out of the sand
Draw a line

But I've heard it from my mum
And I've seen it on Facebook
Contrition, contrition

Written by:
ANDREW BLAND

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