He's got one hour left of Hell
Smoldering him in his cross cell
Hanging from a pair of nails
He'll rise again to tell the greatest tales
People will believe that he is the son
That he is the chosen one
He is here to stop the darkening sun
To make the evil ones be shunned
Believe me, he is the son, the chosen one
(Chorus)
We are the sinners who aren't worth it
But for some reason, we are perfect
We have never been worth it
Nor have we ever been perfect
We have been saved for nothing
He thought that we were worth something
I don't know what he saw in us
All I see is something more gross than pus
People will believe that we were the chosen sons
That we are the chosen ones
That we are here to stop the darkening of the sun
To make the evil ones be shunned
But believe me, we're not the sons, or the chosen ones
(Chorus)
We shouldn't have been his children
We are the reason why the sun is becoming darkened
We shouldn't have been his children
We are the reason why the sun is becoming darkened
We shouldn't have been his children
Whoah
We are the reason why the sun is becoming darkened
Whoah
We shouldn't have been his children
Whoah
We are the reason why the sun is becoming darkened
Darkened, darkened
Darkened, darkened
Darkened
(Chorus)
Darkened, darkened
Darkened, darkened
Darkened
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PoetryI want to be a singer so boom here lyrics tell me how they are. Many are depressing like life. Ta da boom yay okay enjoy I'm done XD
