Exiled by Inborn Tendency

Exiled - Single by Inborn Tendency

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Exiled
by Inborn Tendency

Album: Exiled - Single

Walking the streets with blood on my hands
Being exiled from my father's land
Fail to regret the life that was lost
Choice made was mine and so is the cost

I am a priest of the light
Servant of the darkest night
I praise and I curse with the same tonque
Woe to those I call my own

My burning bush was a smoking gun
Gunpowder plot and a life undone
In my wrath I became a millstone
Vengeance is mine cried out my dried bones

This evil case it was solved with a gun
The solution was death of a son
Does this restore the things that he broke
All that I feel is the choke of the rope