Among Sinners

There is no place to hide You can't live into the sun All things exists in your mind So tell me where you'll run The mountain seems to be perfect But you have the darkest cold moon Doesn't matter if you have your gun So tell me where you'll run Surrounded by dead angels A hellhound is watching you You'll hear the trumpet and You'll hear the truth Remember you're among sinners The rain can wash the blood Off your hands and off your clothes But it can't do the same for your soul Tell me where, tell me where you'll go You don't need to believe in Jesus Or whatever that John has said You know better that evil is real Where everyone will lay? Surrounded by dead angels A hellhound is watching you You'll hear the trumpet and You'll hear the truth Remember you're among sinners Ah, among sinners...