Red

Buried all the truth the fruit is rotten

You Reap what you sow that's on my grave

So many babies gone but not forgotten

Sins of the past you can't erase

Buried all the truth the fruit is rotten

You Reap what you sow that's on your grave

So many babies gone but not forgotten

Sins of the past you can't erase

Come one come all where all of your sins absolved

Soon as you get off the bus you seeing the face of gods

If you just listen to us we can erase your flaws