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churn it up until it fills me
Contrition, contrition

Now's the time to face the facts
To tell you I am culpable
Take my head out of the sand
Draw a line

irredeemable stain

Leprous
Apparition
Condemned
Contrition

Leprous
Apparition
Condemned
Contrition

Visions
Ominous
Destroy the body but the spirit remains

perfect contrition for my shortcomings

Whoever loses his life for the sake of the Lord will find it
So will you die to yourself?
Is it Heaven or hell?

Why

Got no guts 
No marks from cuts
It's been yes regrets
And psychic messes
Torn up dresses
No contrition 
Just a couple of mental conditions
Did I fail

about cheating with the catering

You break your diet and in a state of contrition
The only constant is ultimate sport nutrition
You say uh uh uh uh uh uh

make it so hard to understand
My contrition, my loneliness

It's all four seasons in a day
Never stays the same
All I do is runaway
It's all because I

do ah
You’re in contrition right now
I wanna blow these rounds
And you covered in holes, you know, right now

Bitch, we really keep them sticks in

Act of Contrition

Dark Angel

Time Does Not Heal [Deluxe Edition]

atoned for in silence, an act of contrition.
Held before my eyes though distant enough to be seen,
If I were to pull it too close, I'd blur it to its full

Commit your sins
Your mortal sins
Confess
To your obscenity
Act of contrition
Sacrament of reconciliation

Ask his forgiveness
Receive his blessing

Relax, Enjoy Yourself

Randy Newman

Randy Newman's Faust

1995

Why
you may ask yourself why
For thousands and thousands of years
I have asked myself why

Lord: Faith

Angels: Contrition

L: Sincere

and we'll find you
There's no place to hide
The Demos will get you
Pain and destruction is our middle name
The Demolition
Better say your Act of Contrition

myself
Stumbling back to you
I tripped without a clue
Into a permeation 
Of pure contrition 
Down in front of you 

I believe in lieu of me that you will

help me; I'm needing
Some guidance or some judgment
Lamenting; over grave days
I can't live in my own contrition

These nights feel empty; come and take

of perdition
From contrition, lack of volition
So go on, call me a fool
Naught for the weak, I know the rule
Take it all away from me, I don't belong
Morrow

You're too young to say

Smell its head... smell it!

Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission

Push! Push monkey
Push!

through life feeling bleak and hollow
Drifting
But not to sleep
Scorned
Alone I weep
Contrition burns at my skin
Close the lid to this coffin
Built upon

tales
But your mumbled contrition’s
Become just a song you replay
Like saying “I can’t give you anything but age”
And you proved you were different
By

You're too young to say

Smell its head... smell it!

Erotic friction, sparks the ignition
Act of contrition, sublime submission

Push! Push monkey
Push!

repentance
Your hands are so relentless
I'm painting my contrition
With all my fingers bleeding
And when i hear that sound
The sun comes falling down
I like

My wrongs
Did I tell you this was my contrition
I don't
I don't know what grace feels like
Forget please
Wish I could forget like you say you can
But I

own endless crucifixion
Conceited helplessness berating contritions regrets
In the end all i have isn't worth any fight
I'll give to you what you gave

angles to direct you
On what to do first
To do first
I've been looking for a definition
To maybe help even out my contrition
Think I might have overstepped

away
Finally get to start

Your search for contrition
But you won't listen
Who can I be?
And its mission's
Full attrition
To break down me, break down me

DEEP.

BENEATH THE SURFACE YOU'RE CONSUMED BY REGRET
I VOW TO NEVER FORGET
DISMISSAL OF CONDEMNATION

PLAGUED BY CONTRITION UNTIL YOUR FINAL BREATH
I KNOW