MOKE HILL lyrics : "Undone"
Next in line for the wage of sin.
No one knows when it's going to begin,
Passing time in his father's skin.
He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.
Seven pictures on the wall,
Hidden voices start to call.
Number eight is still a thought,
Filling needs that can't be bought.
He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.
He always knew that he's the one,
When he thinks about the next, it's done.
Before they knew it, he struck again.
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