Whispers of Conscience

Sa crawling up my spine says, you can pray

all you want but your sin's still mine he's got a silver tongue

with a copper grin but loud in my head where the blues

begin but loud in my head going mean Playing cards with

my conscience cheating in between he don't shout, he just grins Makes wrong feel

fine yeah, but I'll in my head drawing crooked line

he paints halos on the wicked crowns A shameful king Turns every hard

lesson into broken strings he don't burn, he chills like I saw skin