Settler

I live here now, I'll grow old here, it’s where I'll retire and it’s where I'll die, may the heavens move me, I wonder, if they have a plan for me, all the old beasts, of the land and sea, does grace exist for us?

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Living in Sin

All the stars in the sky, that’s god's trophy case, all the blasphemous bastards, he chewed and spit out, if I ever make it to fame, I'll know I went too far, and he had to hang me up to dry, observed by each prying eye, all my flaws on display, don’t pity me, I'd be grateful, if you spit on me, take, some of my sin, lord knows, my burden is heavy.