What's right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

Eyes keep driving the nails in through

And keeps my mind occupied, It's all right



Right sir blight



Slipping into the dark of things

My sick world's never been sound

Lacerations, Degenerating now



Right sir blight



Staring into a solemn fate

Into a forest of blight

Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified



Right sir blight



What's right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified



Right sir blight