Atonement

(V1.)
Have you ever had a reason or a need to scheme with steady treason?
Seizing any and every dirty deed decreeing hunting season/
Thieving & cheating, leaving beaten people bleeding,
To convene your own believing for your feelings of deceiving/
Even when your dreaming lead in sneaking and creeping,
See the gleaming in your beady eyes you think it's redeeming/
Seeking the life of a heathen for the price of common freeman,
Now you're dealing with the legions drumming up to summon demons/
Fleeing the scene with no question, accelerate with dissection,
Lessen the aggression and refreshing for the second session/
Second guessing why you're pressing and contesting,
Meshing with regression on the daily got ya stressing/
Blessed with being uppity, compulsive with obsession,
Misery loves company while running from depression/
Clock is ticking and it won't be long before confession,
& now where have you gone? Sinking deeper in repression/

(Chorus)
Clock is ticking now you're making your confession,
The gates locked never granting you accession/
There's no hope left paying false affection,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/

(V2.)
Your lifes got no relief while you fill others with grief,
Got the taste of defeat, bitter sweet between your teeth/
Deceive your own peeps, conjure peace into beef
& you just keep burning bridges instead of turning a new leaf/
It always seems your motif, is cheat and burn em' and thief,
Until there isn't any Indians and you're the only chief/
With everything to bequeath, but no sheep at your feet,
I know it's hard to believe you couldn't get more beneath/
With your steel concealed & buried deep in its sheath,
Leap to stab another back instead of turning the other cheek/
You never had no belief, you only reap on the weak,
But now you leaking from the shank hanging out your oblique/
Running bleeding down the street, until the church hit your feet,
Creep and sleep on a steeple, & now you're feeling complete/
Try to seek a higher power as you shriek & bespeak,
Until you cease to breathe, & forever sleep with a wreath/

(Chours)
Clock is ticking now you're making your confession,
The gates locked never granting you accession/
There's no hope left paying false affection,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/

(V3.)
Welcome to purgatory, time to earn another story,
Hell's waiting room, your doom is obligatory/
Permanently mandatory, landed in the category,
That's gets you shat out into a bowl of fire lavatory/
Time stands still and still you're making your confession,
The gates all closed, never granting you accession/
& you think you got a hope left paying false affection?,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/