47/Bound by It Will Come

Storm Of Sin

by It Will Come· from 47/Bound

The storm came The rain fell down hard Soft noise deafened me as I sat watching I fell through the darkness Fate concealing me from God Can't see my future Oh Father, forgive me I feel sin pouring down, I see it in the rain I touch it on myself I crave it in my head The clouds came Cotton-like morphine Clouding his judgement Salvation at last I feel sin pouring down, I see it in the rain I touch it on myself I crave it in my head