Standing now right at the gates of Hell
I was talked about, a thousand stories to tell
Tale’s been told I see the truth unfold
My hands are filled with gold
As that poor child grows old

Bleeding wounds and bodies piled around
Here comes the King of Kings
Your Highness blessed thy crown
Talk to me I’m standing by your side
It was a hell of a ride, my golden arms open wide

If I could try it one more time
I wouldn’t make another dime
So many wounds I could have healed
Now it’s too late God, so unreal

I’m taking you down
Why me?
No friends left around
For me
I’m shining my crown
Help me
And now I’m pushing you down
Please forgive me


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