Paroles de Mourn

Hotel room of doom I can't find a clue Confusion, broken hearted woe Sheets and pillows soaked My telephone seems broken I'm calling crucified Blacklisted no reply BE MY EYES Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth mourn Sermon served in praise In a sacred empty space Pit no ones sorrows against your own Seven days in vain The last three spent enflamed (in prayer) I stand crucified As they're stricken blind BE MY EYES Stole my sight But not my heart Mising the lone state home My blood runs cold I Mourn