Emptiness has left its mess
All over the surface of this bed
I'm growing tired, angry, cold, alone
As you drink all of this in (the sin, the sin)
Know in war nobody wins
Chose a different path to roam alone
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As I purge these blues to red
Wicken torches around my bed
No tithe to offer when you've sold your soul
I understand you think me weak
Strength unseen by the righteous meek
No love lost - weary of this world. None at all.
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As you drink all of this in (the sin)
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
'Cause I'm falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
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Emptiness has left its mess
All over the surface of this bed
I'm growing tired, angry, cold, alone
As you drink all of this in (the sin, the sin)
Know in war nobody wins
Chose a different path to roam alone
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As I purge these blues to red
Wicken torches around my bed
No tithe to offer when you've sold your soul
I understand you think me weak
Strength unseen by the righteous meek
No love lost - weary of this world. None at all.
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As you drink all of this in (the sin)
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
'Cause I'm falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
All over the surface of this bed
I'm growing tired, angry, cold, alone
As you drink all of this in (the sin, the sin)
Know in war nobody wins
Chose a different path to roam alone
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As I purge these blues to red
Wicken torches around my bed
No tithe to offer when you've sold your soul
I understand you think me weak
Strength unseen by the righteous meek
No love lost - weary of this world. None at all.
Falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
As you drink all of this in (the sin)
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
I will purge my blues to red
'Cause I'm falling deeper into a grave of my design
Summon the reaper, it's time
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
Watch me purge my blues to red Watch me purge my blues to red
Writer: Mike Hafer, Johnny Whitney
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