Cross Walk

Brooding electric guitars saturated in reverb paint the melancholy foundation, while icy industrial percussion and metallic samples punctuate the groove, Subtle synths pulse beneath processed bass, adding tension, as sharp rhythmic accents and atmospheric noise drive the song’s cinematic unease forward

[Intro] [Chorus] My church might as well had burst into flames As all I ever believed faded to black How could I have been so decieved Now I know the truth and there is no going back [Tense underscore] [Drum [Verse] Sunday morning Shined shoes upon my feet I walked to the cross walk My church across the street A freckled face boy was sitting on the curb with his friend Chomping bubble gum and looking up at me Said what is the difference between the Sunday rest And eye doll a tree? [Bridge] My church might as well had burst into flames Along side all I believed He blew a bubble and it popped Straightened his cap No answer from me Then he turned and resumed a conversation He was having with his buddy [Extended Solo] [Nerse] My world died that very day Yeah, it all faded into black Where there is no light The devil decieved the world Alongside the antichrist [Music] [Chorus] My church might as well had burst into flames As all I ever believed faded to black How could I have been so decieved Now I know the truth and there is no forgetting that Chorus] My church might as well had burst into flames As all I ever believed faded to black How could I have been so decieved Now I know the truth and there is no going back

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