Bitter Realities

Great hard rock song! Feel me like a broken hand with blood and flesh running from the bone Heal me like a broken god turning to the sod and left alone. Render me like a holy child crying through a smile with every sin. Tempt me like a Holy Saint who can never escape what he defends. Make me a cosmic martyr looking harder through his time. Forsake me a Pariah or Messiah with eyes cast upon the blind. Chorus-This is not my problem, This is not my disease, This is not my religion-Bitter Realiti...

Great hard rock song! Feel me like a broken hand with blood and flesh running from the bone Heal me like a broken god turning to the sod and left alone. Render me like a holy child crying through a smile with every sin. Tempt me like a Holy Saint who can never escape what he defends. Make me a cosmic martyr looking harder through his time. Forsake me a Pariah or Messiah with eyes cast upon the blind. Chorus-This is not my problem, This is not my disease, This is not my religion-Bitter Realities.