XII (Headstone Backflips ml/p)

[Verse] Fingers can't hold on loosing last grip. Hands wrapped tightly around it. Seems to be no way to stop. Same ending, reached the edge. Sanity is fading from the mirrors again. [Pre Chorus] Our father, Who art in heaven. Let me curse, thy name. [Chorus] Spitting images of perfect perfection? Guess we left mine, at the resurrection. [Verse] Waking up in another mans skin. Live life with every burden of sin. These eyes, are to heavy to lie. Throwing lasso rated hands to the sky. [Pre Chorus] Our father, Who art in heaven. Let me curse, thy name. [Chorus] Spitting images of perfect perfection? Guess we left mine, at the resurrection. [Outro] As we grow old and die, We look in to the their eyes. it will all be ok, It's not that bad. Death, is just, the beginning, again.