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This is confusingAnd the cleanliness of understanding tastes like fire upon my lips, and I'm scared.This is confusing by nitromee
Things I actually do understand bring cause for me to fear them more,
I rather preferred it when I didn't know what lurked in the corridors of the dark.
The dark, more like in the crevices of my heart.
I don't know,
will I be able to withstand the heat?
Unholiness plagues me like death does to flowers,
in meadows, and vines upon trees.
Now petals and leaves scatter these halls, a reminder of what's been past.
And what's to come from this,
with these mind games we play upon ourselves?
These twists and turns that make stomachs churn,
do nothing to help ourselves.
Why burden our pretty little heads?
Preacher ManHey preacher man,Preacher Man by nitromee
with upraised hands,
what have you got for me?
I never knew,
that time did flew,
all when I was in wait.
and empty floors,
you talk to empty air.
where do you stand?
Hell's gates or Heaven's doors?
You hold a cross saying it's a sign,
we have bodies strewn on the borderline,
and we have nothing to say but that they've sinned.
Preacher man oh preacher man,
I have to know,
are you lonely in your church so cold?
I got to say,
I feel good today,
for I got my sight set on the future,
not your past.