If I knew better, I would skip the fact
That everyone actually is on their own
If I felt closer, I would play the act
'Til truth would come literally written in stone
Though everything seems obsolete
Black and white, bitter sweet
It's all we've got, true or not
A new beginning, the trail of tears is gone
Waiting still patiently in your blood
A time of mourning, wearing the crown of thorns
Eventually, turns underworld to kingdom come
[Bridge]
Cause I've got 100 sins to do
When I'm a 1000 miles away from you
Not trying to make commence
Not even saying it makes sence
Just trying to make some place
For something else
Cause I've got 100 sins to do
When I'm a 1000 miles away from
You've got 100 sins to do
When I'm a 1000 miles away from you
