Paroles de Sacrament

Sitting in front of the whole assembly I grow tired and sick As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh I have lied again The lost abandoned I know, I know, the pain can make you patiently shut down Sitting in front of the whole assembly I grow tired and sick As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh I have lied again I wait for you to run The sinking feeling must be severed