
Sinner
You're a sinner
born from a virgin
you're a mascarade again
you're a fighter
born the night that
the moon began its test
you're a fighter
don't deny that
your soul is black of death
you're a sinner, born a winner
the water you step in turns red
you're black and gold and sweat and mould
you'll never have your rest
you'll walk, and walk,
until you stop
and drop dead, any day
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