Holywater clouds my thinking
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking

You control me, soul you stole, mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under

Dead by dreaming, sleep you steal, mine
Pools of cold sweat
Hatred burns me

Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you…

Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
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