Number Three, Never Forget

You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others. The death of obsession. The blood relationship, creates such a rotten demise. Oh Lord. Such blackness portrays the love of a machine. I did not want you to join this culture. So how can you be so proud? Pray to the heavens, with whatever it takes. I wish to shine this light back upon you. It's obvious that apocalyptic barriers (will give) no mercy to fashion. You've compromised your doctrines. You've surrendered yourself now