Truth So Cold

Easy getting lost

All is vanity

Ever closing in

Is there no amnesty

Do what I say

And I’ll make you pay

Your world is mine

Blood like wine

Flowing from the cup

Drowning the earth

Drenched in pure misery

Praise the Spirit for the mystery

The fact untold

God of glory

The Blessed Son

One and Only

Died for me on a tree

Thus, set me free

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