Evangelist

There’s a cold, cold, trickle down my spine

The white writer gonna tell you what’s not mine

Oh I hope I see you passing by my door

Oh I hope I won’t see you anymore.

Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight

It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life

I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door.

Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you.

There’s a white, light glimmer in my eye

And the light is refracting in my sight

Oh I Hope I see you passing by my door

I hope I don’t see you anymore

Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight

It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life

I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door.

Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you.

Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution

Hard to reside & the fires steal the light and the spirits need reviving

Will to your father, he’ll hold you through these treacherous times

You're going under, your lovers are dying to everything in time

You should catch onto the rest