ashes

Let go of your anxieties
Give them to him,
the pale man on the black horse

He will take them from you
He will take them from you


Let go of all your pain,
Give it all to him,

and he will take it from you
he will take it from you

Let go of your soul
Give it to him

and he will take it from you
he will take it from you

scream and hate and hate and hate and hate until it burns
untill it burns until it burns until it burns
and it will burn


and he will take it from you
and he will take it from you
and he will take it from you
and he will take it from you
from you
from you
from you
from you

M. Oakley (C)