John Christ

Judgment Day

John Christ


Here I lie rotting in my cell
Finger scratching lines in the wall
The evil in my mind has brought this hell
The good in me has nearly bid farewell
Bid farewell

Death is near
One last play
Judgment day not far away
Death is near
Chilled with fear
Purging the sin from my soul

Never gave a thought toward heaven
What if there is a god?
I knew the rules, yet broke away
What eternal price must I pay?

Death is near
One last play
Judgment day not far away
Death is near
Chilled with fear
Purging the sin from my soul

Death is near
One last play
Judgment day not far away
Death is near
Chilled with fear
Purging the sin from my soul
Death is near
One last play
Judgment day not far away
Death is near
Chilled with fear
Purging the sin from my soul