Sinners
Bruce Soord
Purest eyes, Your purest eyes
Can see the things I see
Believe me when I prey to you
Before the dark consumes your soul
Come on, you little, fighter
So you've nothing to go on
Just go on, just go on
Startled boy, you're startled boy
Don't fear the things I see
Believe me when I prey to you
Just let the world exhume your soul
Come on, you little, fighter
So you've nothing to go on
Just go on, just go on
Come on, you little fighters
They just want you to suffer
Wither, you sinner