Guilty Conscience
The pressures of a burdened mind equals the knowledge of deceit.
Mistakes of the guilty kind will keep a sinner on his feet.
Quick to the punch and always on his toes.
The pain is just such how much longer can he hold?
Buckling under the pressure, sighing under his breathe.
How can you begin to measure how much life is left before death?
Can I continue to hold out, how much longer can I wait?
I think I can see the light with my last breathe I will say..........
Mistakes of the guilty kind will keep a sinner on his feet.
Quick to the punch and always on his toes.
The pain is just such how much longer can he hold?
Buckling under the pressure, sighing under his breathe.
How can you begin to measure how much life is left before death?
Can I continue to hold out, how much longer can I wait?
I think I can see the light with my last breathe I will say..........
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