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letra de season in hell - pitch black forecast

lost in the nuance of a soul-searching seance
they sharpen their knives on those that they prey on
all of our insecurities and countless impurities
all of these detours that led to obscurity
epileptic train of thought that´s septic and distraught
tattletale scars from the battles that you fought
faith orphaned lives absolution denied
lost in the substance polluting the mind
you stare into the mirror the stench of vanity soon thickens
i see right through it all and realize that i am sickened

forgive for my sins and my misdeeds
realise me from the grip of edens veil
as you can see we´ve fallen to our knees
emotional treason beyond reason in this season in h-ll
locked inside the custody of time
a pardon to no one

got a battered suitcase invitation to the blues
got a soul that is torn like a well-worn pair of shoes
got a dream that i can´t shake and a nightmare or two
these scars are my postcards this bar is my pew
i got a watch that is broken and a heart not far behind
what i know i´m sure are seconds feel like hours in my mind
as i wait for the thrust of a cold and blinded knife
it´s like waiting for a love that i know will not arrive
forgive for my sins and my misdeeds
release me from the grip of edens veil
as you can see we´ve fallen to our knees
emotional treason beyond reason in this season in h-ll
locked inside the custody of time
a pardon to no one

forgive for my sins and my misdeeds
release me from the grip of edens veil
as you can see we´ve fallen to our knees
emotional treason beyond reason in this season in h-ll
locked inside the custody of time
a pardon to no one

- pitch black forecast

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