I’ve seen the transgressors
With intentions pure like so many angels
And I’ve sat with holy men whose hearts were cold as stones
Lost and abandoned
Lost and abandoned the same as us all, as us all
Everyone is hanging by a thread
And when the lights go out, we’re all as good as dead
Our deeds are known by name
We are all unforgivable
You are not machines
You are not cattle
And you are not saints
You are men
And you were not born with this hate
There is a darkness that we cannot overcome
Our eyes are screaming and bloody and tired
As we’re searching for the sun
Everyone is hanging by a thread
And when the lights go out
We’re all good as dead
As good as dead when the lights go out
We’re all good as dead
All as good as dead
All as good as dead
Where are the forgivers?
Where are the forgivers?
Where are the forgivers?
We are all unforgivable
Where are the forgivers?
We are all unforgivable
Forgive
Forgive
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